Solitude's Echo: Chronicles of a Lonely Heart

In the caverns of solitude, a heart resides, Emotionless, like the ebbing of tides. A silent echo in the corridors of despair, Loneliness entrenched, a burden to bear.

A soul adrift in a sea of shadows, Emotions muted, like a song that seldom grows. No laughter rings in this desolate part, In the chamber of a lonely, emotionless heart.

Eyes, windows to a world untouched, Wander through echoes, where feelings are clutched. No warmth of connection, no tender art, Just the quiet pulse of a lonely heart.

In the void, where once passions burned, Now, only echoes of the lessons learned. The world outside seems a distant land, As the heart withdraws, like shifting sand.

An emotionless dance in the pale moonlight, A solitary figure in the depths of the night. No tears to shed, no solace to find, Just the stillness of a heart, left behind.

Yet, within the silence, a whisper may start, A glimmer of hope in the loneliest heart. For even in shadows, a spark may ignite, Rekindling the flame in the loneliest night.