The Melody of Loneliness

Sometimes I find myself on an empty street
A deserted street illuminated by street lamps
I walk toward the darkness, toward a place without light
Perhaps hoping to emerge from that dark place, the place where life may end...

Then I find myself in a room
A room with four closed walls and no door
In a cold and silent room with no exit
I gently close my eyes.

I suddenly plunge into the past
In an instant I see all my lived experiences
In five seconds, my entire life unfolds before my eyes
Yet what I lived felt like a century...

This time, when I open my eyes, I am back in my room
A cup of coffee sits lightly before me; I slowly pick it up and taste it
The pages of the poetry book beside me are marked with scribbles
In fact, those marked pages are the dark lines of my life.