In shadows cast by solitude’s embrace,
I stand alone in this forsaken place.
A haunting echo, a lingering doubt,
A bitter taste of being left without.

Have I become a whisper in the wind,
A forgotten memory where silence begins?
Amidst the chaos, did I slip away,
Lost in the dance of life’s disarray?

I gaze upon the faces passing by,
Searching for a glimpse, a flicker in the eye.
But like a ghost, unseen and unheard,
I wander aimlessly, my voice deferred.

Oh, how it feels to fade into the gray,
A distant star that dims with each passing day.
The world spins on, oblivious to my plight,
As I yearn for recognition, a flicker of light.

Did I not leave an imprint on this earth,
A trace of love, of laughter, of my worth?
Yet, the hands of time march on without a care,
Leaving me stranded in this realm of despair.

But within the depths, a spark begins to rise,
A reminder that my spirit never truly dies.
Though forgotten, I still hold my own flame,
A resilient heart, determined to reclaim.

For in this solitude, a strength is born,
A sense of self, not defined by scorn.
I am not forgotten, though I may feel alone,
Within me, a universe of dreams is sown.

So I’ll embrace the silence, make it my friend,
Discover solace in the solitude that life may send.
For in these moments, a deeper truth I find,
That I’m not forgotten, but beautifully undefined.