In solitude, I dwell with my thoughts,
A companion, both solace and strife.
Loneliness whispers, its presence wrought,
Yet in verse, I fashion a life.

Dreams of shared laughter, a fleeting wish,
But fate's hand seems to decree otherwise.
Still, my pen dances, an unyielding dish,
As I craft tales under moonlit skies.

Hope, my lantern in the darkest hour,
Guiding me through the endless night.
In words, I find solace, strength, and power,
Embracing solitude with all my might.
© Malik