Jan 29
In shadows cast by a silent moon, loneliness weaves its subtle tapestry.
Isolation, a heavy cloak, drapes my soul in echoes of unheard whispers.
A solitary heart, a lighthouse in a sea of empty echoes, yearns for connection in the vast expanse of solitude.
A moonlit dance of emotions unfolds,
an intimate waltz with the echoes of one's own existence,
seeking solace in the profound embrace of isolation's melancholy.
Isolation, a heavy cloak, drapes my soul in echoes of unheard whispers.
A solitary heart, a lighthouse in a sea of empty echoes, yearns for connection in the vast expanse of solitude.
A moonlit dance of emotions unfolds,
an intimate waltz with the echoes of one's own existence,
seeking solace in the profound embrace of isolation's melancholy.
Married, in a family, I feel lonely & isolated. I feel unloveable, begging for affection, a hug but their decline. To the point now at 71 yrs old I know it’s too late.
