10 Pm Poem by Farhat Naseem

Solitude descends.
She's alone, cooked, bored and tired to the bone.
No sign of life surrounds her.
Only whispers in the air, taunting her.
'Look at her, calling it solitude.'
The voice echoes, a haunting smirk.
She covers her ears to escape the truth,
But screams pierce through, growing louder.
She runs, fleeing from void within,
Untill realization dawns, the screams are hers.
Her mind scream words like sharpened swords.
Oh, poor soul, why flee from the truth?
'Your life, dreams, thoughts-all withered away.'
Your precious self, lost to the wicked delusions.
'Everything is fine, ' she lied to herself.
But solitude's harsh truth now unfolds.
Abandoned by her thoughts, soul and demons.
She faces the darkness, her heart frozen.
Oh, it's 10 PM, sleep beckons.