Inner Universe ● 1 min read
The Stranger Awaits
This poem about loneliness captures the quiet, unsettling presence of an unwelcome companion. It arrives like a draft slipping through cracks, never invited, yet always near. In these lines, loneliness is given shape as a stranger lingering at the door.
Loneliness,
a distant member,
seldom welcomed,
tolerated from afar.
Uninvited, its prints at the door,
whispering greetings
a draft through unseen cracks.
The stranger awaits.
