Poems from the heart

Echoes of Solitude

In the silence of my empty room,
I sit alone, enveloped in gloom.
Numbness wraps around my weary heart,
A shield from the pain of another depart.

Familiar faces, come and gone,
Leaving behind a soul so worn.
Each goodbye a dagger, piercing deep,
Leaving scars too many to keep.

I've grown accustomed to the ache,
To the hollow feeling that won't forsake.
Each farewell adds weight to my soul,
Leaving me broken, yet somehow whole.

In the quiet of the night, I'm left alone,
With thoughts that haunt and chill to the bone.
Overthinking every word, every deed,
In a world that moves at a heartless speed.

Alone in the darkness, I wrestle with my mind,
Lost in a maze of doubts, unable to find
The light that once guided me through,
Now swallowed by shadows, leaving me blue.

Each step I take, echoes in the void,
A solitary journey, no companions to avoid.
I've grown accustomed to the deafening silence,
To the emptiness that feeds my defiance.

Deep within, a longing resides,
For connection lost, for love that hides.
Yet in this solitude, I find my reprieve,
A sanctuary from the pain I can't believe.

So I'll linger in the shadows, alone yet free,
A solitary soul, but one that's me.
For in this solitude, I find my peace,
In the silence, where my sorrows cease.