I live in a place of solitude, where silence surrounds me and I'm subdued.
Loneliness is my constant friend,
with no one around, my heart does descend.
No laughter or cheerful talk,
I wander alone, like an overlooked rock.
No one pays attention to me anymore,
as if I'm invisible, ignored to the core.
No friendly voices in my ear,
no comforting hugs to calm my fear.
I'm all alone amidst a crowd,
neglected, like a book gathering dust on a shroud.
In crowded rooms, I'm a mere shadow,
blending in, hoping for some fellow.
But eyes pass by, no connection is made,
as...