Poem

In isolation's hug, I find my spirit spread out,

A peaceful safe-haven, where contemplations swirling.

In the midst of the quiet, thoughtfulness' delicate call,

I dig inside, where shadows rise and fall.

Alone, yet not desolate, in this hallowed space,

I follow the forms of my heart's tranquil effortlessness.

The murmurs of my fantasies, they delicately talk,

In isolation's arms, my soul tracks down its pinnacle.

Feelings rhythmic movement like sea tides,

In the profundities of quietness, where astuteness dwells.

Here, in the midst of the quietness, I come to be aware,

The profundities of my being, the seeds I sow.

Isolation, ally to the looking through soul,

In calm minutes, genuine self views as its entirety.

In isolation's hug, I'm allowed to meander,

Investigating domains inside, the obscure home.

In the midst of the quietness, an orchestra of thought,

In isolation's asylum, internal fights battled.