Midnight Whispers: Embracing Loneliness

A delicate flower called loneliness blossoms in the silence of midnight.

The planet is sleeping, enveloped by dreams,

Leaves me in the shadows, all by myself.

A silvery glow flows from the moon.

An ethereal view upon the walls.

Whispers of sorrow, laughter echoes,

As the silence deepens, anxiety rises.

unoccupied chairs and empty rooms,

The air is filled with soft murmurs.

Drifting memories, a little breeze,

returning to the easy times.

Above, so far away, the stars

Glow with secrets they're not willing to share.

They understand my situation, they see my heart,

yet provide little solace during the night.

I'm shrouded in loneliness.

A dark cloud, a heavy shroud.

The metronome, the ticking timepiece,

I am alone in the dark.

Yearning for a sound, a feeling,

Someone with empathy and a willingness to help

My hand in theirs, chase away the darkness,

Return the lovely light and warmth.

But here I sit, in midnight's thrall,

A solitary figure, that's all.

Waiting for dawn's first tender gleam,

Hoping to wake from this lonely dream.