The Prison Of Solitude Poem by Noen Muti

In a world where errors abound,
Mercy spares a life, redemption is found.
Forgiveness, a virtue some freely give,
Yet, for me, it's not mercy; I still grieve.

They know not the prison of solitude's flame,
Living day by day, without dreams to claim.
Weakness, a futile trait in their sight,
They've stolen my reasons to see the light.

No, it's not mercy that guides my heart,
But the anguish of loneliness tearing me apart.
In the inferno of solitude, I'm confined,
No dreams, no hopes, just a tortured mind.