Echoes of Solitude

Echoes of Solitude

In shadows deep, where sorrow weaves,
A tale untold, where heartache cleaves.
The moon, a witness to silent cries,
As loneliness in every tear lies.

Beneath the willow's weeping grace,
A soul entwined in cold embrace.
The stars, like distant tears, descend,
Upon a world that cannot mend.

A lullaby of the forlorn breeze,
Whispers through the barren trees.
Echoes of love, now turned to dust,
In the graveyard of dreams, we trust.

A withered rose, once kissed by dew,
Now droops, as love bids adieu.
The sunsets bleed in hues of gray,
In the ruins of hope, dreams decay.

Silent screams in the night's abyss,
A requiem for love's final kiss.
The river weeps, a mournful stream,
Lost in the caverns of a shattered dream.

Ghosts of laughter haunt the air,
Memories, a weight too much to bear.
In the graveyard of what used to be,
Lies the saddest poem, a soliloquy.

Oh, waning moon, bear witness true,
To the pain that only the lonely knew.
For in each tear, a universe sighs,
And in the saddest poem, a heart denies.