A poem

 Shadows of Solitude

In the quiet corners of the mind, Where light seldom dares to tread, Lies a shadow, vast and kind, A cloak of sorrow, heavy as lead.

Depression, like a silent thief, Steals the colors of the day, Leaves the heart in quiet grief, As night swallows the light away.

Sadness, a river, ever flows, Through the landscapes of the soul, Its waters deep where no one knows, Eroding dreams, making one whole.

Loneliness, a companion grim, Sits beside you, day and night, No words to speak, no hope to skim, Just the echo of an endless fight.

Yet in this darkness, there’s a call, A whisper of the dawn to come, For even shadows on the wall, Must yield when light begins to hum.