The Loneliness of the Winter Solstice

In the stillness of the Winter Solstice night,
When the world is adorned in blankets of white,
A silence descends, a profound hush,
As loneliness whispers, a desolate crush.

The streets all a-twinkle with festive delight,
Yet shadows of solitude dance in the light.
In the glow of the hearth and the warmth of embrace,
Lingers a yearning, an unspoken grace.

Amidst carols that echo through frost-kissed air,
A soul can feel isolated, caught in despair.
For ’tis the season of togetherness, they say,
Yet some hearts are solitary, lost in the fray.

The merry laughter, the clinking of cheer,
Sometimes magnify the solitude near.
A solitary figure, gazing from afar,
In the sea of joy, a lone-wandering star.

The tree adorned with baubles and gleaming delight,
Yet in the heart’s chambers, a silent night.
Wrapped in tinsel and garlands so bright,
Yet loneliness lingers in the silent night.

The fireplace crackles, a comforting sound,
Yet the echo of silence is all around.
A longing for connection, a search for reprieve,
In the tapestry of togetherness, some hearts grieve.