Echoes Of The Empty Rooms Poem by Ronni ManoaHofbauer

Loneliness, a silent symphony,
A void that echoes through the halls of life.
Like a shadow cast upon the soul,
It lingers, a constant companion in the strife.

The empty rooms speak in muted tones,
Their whispers, like ghosts, haunting the air.
The silence, a deafening roar,
Drowning out the laughter that once filled the lair.

Doors left ajar, once bustling with life,
Now stand as sentinels, guarding the solitude.
The heart, a distant drum, its rhythm faint,
Yearns for the warmth of human attitude.

Loneliness, a relentless tide,
Ebbs and flows, a turbulent sea.
Yet in the depths, a glimmer of light,
A promise of connection, a chance to be free.