Uncharted

Within the room of my thoughts, I heed my call
Heart sound rhythm in isolation, where shades fall.
On life’s turning way, a lone stay I weave,
No soul learns the nuances I grieve.

my language of pain, a dialect unknown,
Strangers to my struggles, seeds of sorrow sown. Pines stand witness to the journey I tread,
A ballet with shadows, where emotions.

Alone, I walk through uncharted lands with no confidence to share burdens, and no one understands.
Only the buzz of solitude echoes in the air,
A lone expedition where silence is my share.

No one, my fellow, in this quest unknown,
Yet, within the self, a calm.
In the depths of introspection, unique poetry spun; in my heart of reality, the story began.

By Gp