No Friends

In the shadowed corners where solitude reigns,

Lies a boy untouched by laughter's refrains.

No friends to share his whispers or jests,

In the silence, he builds his lonely nests.

Amidst the playground's echoing cheer,

He stands alone, a silent frontier.

No hands to hold, no voices to hear,

Just the echoes of his unspoken fear.

Through the halls, he wanders unseen,

A ghost among the living, a solitary dream.

His heart aches with the weight of solitude's sting,

In the absence of companions, his soul takes wing.

Yet in his solitude, there lies a grace,

A quiet strength, a hidden embrace.

For in the depths where loneliness weeps,

He finds solace in the secrets he keeps.

In the pages of books, worlds unfold,

Where characters dance and stories are told.

In the melodies of music, his spirit finds flight,

A symphony of solace in the depths of night.

Though the world may pass him by,

In his solitude, he learns to fly.

For in the vast expanse of his lonely sky,

He finds the courage to spread his wings and fly.