Never felt so alone

In the immensity of silence, solitude resides,

The pain nestles, in the chest, expanding.

A void echoes, without end, without measure,

In the dark labyrinth of existence.

Loneliness, like a cloak that imprisons,

Tangled shadows, no glare.

Pain, like a river that incessantly sings,

Tears dissolving the illusion.

Unspoken words echo in the void,

Deafening silence, cold embrace.

The heart, in dark disarray,

The soul is lost in its embarrassment.

In the gloom of the soul, the echo of absence,

Loneliness and pain dance in a sad waltz.

Deep scar, burns the essence,

Ethereal lament that the soul pierces.

But there is a paradox lurking in solitude,

In the dark folds, a whisper echoes.

It is in pain that one learns to be reborn,

In the void, the search for something new to find.

Between loneliness and pain, there is a path,

A fragile bridge for the light to come.

Hope, a soft seed in disarray,

Scars that will one day stop bleeding.

And so, in the loneliness and pain that are real,

There is a journey to go, despite the woes.

For the heart, even in discouragement and soullessness,

One day you will find the peace that soothes.