Baskadia

In the silence that stretches in the darkest night,

My solitude gently whispers to me.

A melancholic atmosphere adorns my heart,

Like a sorrowful melody that lingers.

Within the profound stillness,

I contemplate in eternal solitude.

Like a lone star in the vast sky,

I am trapped in an untouched world.

In my solitude, I feel the vibrations of my heart,

Flowing in an unheard rhythm.

Darkness surrounds, yet I do not feel alone,

For my solitude is a true companion.

In solitude, I encounter my true self,

Exploring hidden wounds and weaknesses.

Yet, behind the sadness and fragility,

There is a growing and boundless strength.

In my solitude, I discover hidden beauty,

Like a painting created by a wounded heart.

Melancholy becomes a loyal companion,

Guiding my steps and teaching the true meaning of life.

So, let my solitude become a poem,

Melancholic yet filled with beauty.

For in solitude, I find peace,

And become strong in irreplaceable tranquility.