Your words don’t seem lyrical anymore,
Your emptiness doesn’t bring a ghost anymore,
And your thought seems cynical, a sore.
It’s time to stay goodbye, and leave this burning home…
Relationships have their highs and lows. When the lows go too far they reach a breaking point. Often due to our inability, we start judging the other person’s value in a relationship. Judgements are different from prudence, with the former characterising a trough.
This poem is a reflection of such a judgement. It is an echo of a voice in despair.