AN END TO IT
It comes at last, when all is said and done
That silence, that is somehow unexpected
So sudden, like braking hard to a final stop
With passions having risen to the very top
But trapped, with everything disconnected
Never realising you might be the only one
But now a strange kind of peace dominates
And internalised arguments no longer rage
With all the time in the world to reconcile
And no hateful spectre that one can revile
No flame nor oxygen, just an empty stage
Tension disperses and no longer culminates
For once, gratitude that anger is destroyed
So, don’t look back, just embrace the void