Yearning in Solitude: The Unheard Cries of Youth
Lost Souls Adrift in the Void
In the desolate expanse of youth’s barren land, A solitary figure wanders, heart in hand. Haunted by echoes of laughter, now gone, In the silent shadows, he’s left to mourn.
Through bustling streets, he walks alone, His silent cries lost in the crowd’s drone. No warmth in the gaze of passersby, Just a lonely soul beneath the sky.
In the stillness of night, he finds no rest, Tormented by dreams that fail the test. Of companionship, love, and gentle touch, In this lonely world, he feels too much.
His heart aches with a silent scream, In the depths of solitude, he drowns his dream. Yearning for connection, for a hand to hold, But finding only emptiness, bitter and cold.
Each day unfolds like a cruel jest, As he searches for solace in the unrest. No refuge in the arms of another, Just the echoes of his silent suffer.
He longs for the warmth of human embrace, But finds only solitude’s icy face. In the depths of his soul, a tempest rages, As loneliness consumes him in its cages.
Oh, lonely youth, with eyes so wide, Do you see the tears you’ve cried? In the darkness of your silent plea, There’s a symphony of pain that yearns to be free.
Let your voice be heard, let your tears flow, In the rawness of your anguish, let it show. For in the depths of your solitary cry, There lies a strength, a will to try.
Though the world may turn its back on you, Know that there are those who see you through. In the bonds of shared loneliness, we find our kin, Together, in solitude, we’ll begin again.
So let the echoes of your pain resound, As you traverse this desolate ground. For in the depths of your lonely youth, There lies a beacon of hope, a beacon of truth.
