Echoes of Solitude

In shadows deep, where silence speaks,

Resides the loneliest of souls.

Amidst a world of discordant laughs,

Masked figures wander, playing their roles.

Behind each smile, a hidden face,

A realm of fraud and deceit.

Drawn by their charm, attracted by their allure,

Their friendship but a quick retreat.

They flit like fireflies on a moonlit night,

A dazzling dance of untruth sway.

But as the stars fade, so does their light,

Leaving emptiness, a colorless display.

Their words like honey, dripping sweet,

Yet poisoned with hidden tales.

Feeding on the exposure of others,

Their duplicity never fails.

In their world, masks shield their faces,

Unveiling glimpses of their true intent.

Beware the wizardry they effortlessly weave,

Their webs, sheer illusions, present.

Solitude can be a cloak of strength,

An ally unburdened by trickery demand.

In whispers heard by ears longing to listen,

Truth takes flight and takes a stand.

So let us not surrender to loneliness' call,

But instead, adopt its solitude's embrace.

For in this peace, we're free to feel,

The real from the false, with true grace.

"Echoes of Solitude" reveals the pain,

Of navigating through a sea of guise.

Unmasking the mirage, where loneliness resides,

To find the actual, before our very eyes.