In silent halls, where shadows play,
Loneliness creeps in, night and day.
A solitary figure, lost in space,
Searching for connection, a gentle face.
The city roars, yet feels so far,
A crowd of strangers, near and scar.
The heart beats slow, the soul feels worn,
Longing for touch, for love that's born.
In empty rooms, memories reside,
Echoes of laughter, tears that won't subside.
The weight of solitude, a heavy load,
A longing for warmth, a gentle abode.
But even in loneliness, there's a spark,
A chance to find oneself, to leave the dark.
To wander, lost, and find one's way,
To discover strength, in a brand new day.
For loneliness, though painful, can be,
A catalyst for growth, a chance to be free.
To find solace, in the quiet night,
And emerge stronger, with a newfound light.
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