Life changed me

Just as much as

I changed through life

 

Old sentiments were discarded

Compulsions disguised as affections

Had now vanished

 

I distanced myself from the unnecessary

And felt no moral need

To appease the disgruntled

 

I felt no empathy

For the irresponsible

Nor interest in the dramas gripping their lives.

 

Repetition is a chronic condition

That cannot be cured

By either reason or rage.

 

I no longer saw the sense

Of paying a price of solitude

For the lesser charms of company

 

The desire to be surrounded

By relationships and

To be attended to, adored and celebrated-also gone!

 

All has left me

But this voice within

That judges me for drifting away

 

Telling me

It’s a fault I need to correct

That in the end I’ll be left alone.

 

I know

That it’s a matter of time…

The voice too will fade into the distance

 

A faint murmur

And then nothing…

Nothing, but oneness.