When it was gone
It was over
Slowly it began to falter
Words no longer spoken
The channels closed
All lines lost
Everything terminated
Without connection it eroded
Estranged in every way
Broken into pieces
Shattered beyond recognition
All roads that were open
Now diverted elsewhere
When it was gone
There was no point returning
To what end would be that purpose?
For what reason would I re-enter that prison?