Sad and alone now,
Heart heavy with solitude,
Tears fall, no one sees.
~~~
Echoes of silence,
Empty spaces, endless nights,
Loneliness persists.
~~~
Aching void within,
Longing for a gentle touch,
Embrace that will heal.
~~~~
Shadows envelop,
Whispers of forgotten dreams,
Lost in the darkness.
~~~~~
But hope flickers still,
Glimmer of light in despair,
Love's warmth may yet come.
~~~~
In solitude's grasp,
Strength is found, resilience grows,
Tomorrow brings light.
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Comments (6)
I want everyone to have someone to hold. That’s my dream.
very relatable
Love this piece!
Nice!😊💕
Hopeful.
Hopeful.