"The Silent Muse"

In the depths of isolation's gloom,

A room enshrouded in somber hue.

A girl, burdened by depression's weight,

In solitude's embrace, she does await.

Within those walls, a realm confined,

Where darkness reigns, its shadows entwined.

The flickering candle's feeble light,

Barely piercing through the somber night.

In the corners, silence finds its hold,

Echoing whispers of stories untold.

The air, heavy with a lingering sigh,

Reflects the heaviness she can't deny.

Her footsteps echo upon the floor,

In sync with her heart's melancholy score.

Aching walls embrace her with cold despair,

As she surrenders to thoughts unfair.

The window's curtain, drawn tightly closed,

Shields her from the world where life still flows.

Outside, the world may spin and dance,

But here, she finds solace in her trance.

Yet, amidst the stillness, a gentle plea,

For solace to embrace her spirit free.

The room, a canvas for her restless mind,

Where words and thoughts intertwine.

Within those walls, emotions collide,

In the realm where her sorrow resides.

She writes her pain upon the empty page,

Seeking solace, a poet in her cage.

Through ink-stained fingers, emotions pour,

Unveiling the depths of her heart's grandeur.

In her solitude, she finds a voice,

A bittersweet melody, her soul's rejoice.

So, in the room's isolation deep,

Her words ignite, and her sorrows seep.

For within the darkness, a spark remains,

A poet's refuge, where healing sustains.

Though she battles the darkness with all her might,

Within her verses, she finds her light.

In the room's stillness, she finds her way,

A poet's sanctuary, where sorrows sway.