Nocturn of the Alone
Drifting in silence, no haven in sight,
Alone in the crowd, under the pale moonlight.
Whispers of home, now ghosts in the wind,
A solitary journey, with no beginning or end.
Love's sweet chorus, a forgotten song,
In its absence, nights feel so long.
Trusting hearts led astray, left to fray,
In the echo of promises that faded away.
Hollow echoes fill spaces where hope used to dance,
Now shadows embrace me, in a cold, empty trance.
Tears to the heavens, a silent plea,
"Is there solace for a soul lost at sea?"
Joy, a distant flicker, elusive and slight,
In the vast void, I'm a lone, flickering light.
Time marches on, yet I stand still,
A prisoner of solitude, against my will.
A specter in life's grand masquerade,
Where once was fire, now only shade.
In the silence, my heart's quiet cries,
As I wait for dawn, where no sunrise lies.
Copyright ©
Trent Vecchiarino
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