Psychological states of feeling abandoned, alienated, and socially detached. and awaiting a genuine connection.
A quiet shadow falls across the floor, Where solitude keeps watch beside the door. The world moves on in steady, distant grace, While time stands still within this empty space. A deep desire lingers in the chest, To hear the echo of a welcome song, Yet cut away from all the humming rest, We wander blindly where we don't belong. The windowpane is frosted cold and dim, As shadows lengthen on the outer rim. We sit apart, introspective and deep, Guarding the secrets that the quiet keep. So vulnerable, exposed to sudden harm, Reaching in vain for any gentle arm, Until the silence claims its final toll— A deep isolation that engulfs the soul. Yet still a quiet yearning lingers best: An aching hunger for connection, peace, and rest.
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