In this room of shadowed walls, I dwell,
A silent hermit in a lonesome cell.
No door to open, no path to roam,
Just four stark guardians, and I alone.
The heart’s soft beating is the only sound,
In this vast emptiness where I am bound.
It echoes off the ceiling, floor, and sides,
A reminder of the life that outside bides.
Yet within these confines, my mind takes flight,
A wild steed galloping through the night.
Imagination unfurls its vibrant wings,
Crafting worlds from ethereal things.
Specters of thought in the darkness dance,
Weaving tales in a ghostly trance.
With every beat, a new story born,
From the twilight’s veil till the break of dawn.
The heart unseen, the mind’s eye clear,
In this solitude, no other near.
The pulse, a drum, the thoughts, a stream,
In this quietude, I dare to dream.
A universe within, a cosmos wide,
Where thoughts like celestial bodies glide.
In the silence, I find my muse’s call,
A symphony of dreams, I conduct them all.
So let the walls stand firm and tall,
My spirit’s flight transcends them all.
For in this seclusion, I am free,
The master of my own destiny.
And though the world may see a cage,
I find within these bounds, a stage.
Where heartbeats mark the time’s passage,
And imagination scripts every page.
So here I’ll stay, in thought’s embrace,
A poet’s soul in a tranquil space.
With every rhyme, I break the chains,
In the mind’s realm, where true freedom reigns.
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