Lonely Land

Lonely hours, still as stone, Mind adrift, feeling alone, Peace or madness, hard to say, Solitude's twisted way. In the silence, time stands still, Thoughts awaken, both good and ill, Seek the calm or torment's rage, Solitude's double-edged cage. Embrace the quiet, let it seep, Meditation's waters deep, Or let loneliness consume, Desolation's bitter gloom. Lonely hours, still as stone, Mind adrift, feeling alone, Peace or madness, hard to say, Solitude's twisted way. In the stillness, find respite, Or let darkness dim the light, Each moment, a choice to make, What path will your loneliness take? Quiet reflection, self aware, Or despair's suffocating snare, Master loneliness's art, Or let it tear your soul apart. Solitude can heal or harm, Learn its rhythms, stay the storm, In the silence, make your stand, Find peace within the lonely land. Lonely hours, still as stone, Mind adrift, feeling alone, Peace or madness, hard to say, Solitude's twisted way. In embraced loneliness, Growth or stagnancy progress, Let the quiet be your guide, Through the lonely paths you stride.