The sun boring down,

But no lights shine through,

The howling wind blowing,

But it cannot be felt,

The sound of the birds chirping with glee,

But nothing heard,

Just silence.

And sitting there,

With no one to look to,

Drowning in loneliness,

Into the black hole of solitude,

Until everything seems like the dawn of a dream,

And a shadow past,

Until solitude itself disappears.