in my favourite Place I feel alone

In the solace of my favorite place, I dwell,

Where whispers of memories softly swell.

Yet amidst the comfort, a void resides,

Where loneliness in silent echoes hides.

The rustle of leaves, the gentle breeze,

They dance around, but fail to appease.

For in the sanctuary of my cherished space,

Alone, I stand, in this familiar embrace.

The sun may shine, painting hues so bright,

But shadows linger, casting doubt in the light.

Each corner holds a fragment of the past,

Yet loneliness lingers, a shadow steadfast.

Though surrounded by beauty, I'm haunted by the ache,

A yearning for connection, a heart's silent quake.

Even here, in this sanctuary I call my own,

I'm ensnared by solitude, in this favorite zone.

So I wander within, seeking solace in me,

Finding solace in the silence, in the vast sea.

For even in my favourite place, where memories are sown,

I find solace in solitude, yet still, I feel alone.