In shadows deep, where darkness weaves,

A soul adrift, among the leaves.

A melancholy symphony,

Of silent echoes, yearning free.

Loneliness, a heavy shroud,

Envelops hearts in tear-stained cloud.

In the vast expanse of quiet pain,

A solitary figure, caught in the rain.

The world, a distant, muted song,

As days drag out, so cold and long.

A dance with shadows, a solitaire,

In solitude, despair to bear.

Through misty eyes, the world looks gray,

A colorless realm, lost in dismay.

The weight of sorrow, a heavy cloak,

A heart's lament, a whispered spoke.

Yet in the quiet, there lies a spark,

A glimmer in the endless dark.

For within the depths, resilience stirs,

A flame that, though faint, in silence murmurs.

In solitude, a canvas bare,

A chance to paint with tender care.

Brushstrokes of hope, in hues unseen,

A masterpiece, emerging serene.

For though the night may seem unending,

A new dawn waits, silently pending.

Loneliness, a transient art,

In time, a mended, healing heart.

So let the verses of despair,

Transform into a whispered prayer.

In the lonely dance, a rhythm found,

A melody to lift, a softer sound.

For in the depths, where shadows play,

The strength to rise, find light of day.

Depression's grasp, a passing night,

Loneliness fades in morning's light.