AN END TO IT

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