A cacophony it was, around me
chattering and more chattering endlessly
Not a moment of solitude would I find,
But then maybe, I didn’t mind.
Now there is just a void
where nothing blends into more nothing,
I didn’t ask for this, the silence is deafening.
Because despite all the fights I fought, the decision was wrought,
In iron, whether I liked it or not.
Regret isn’t an option, I claim,
Yet I’m left with a bitter feeling of disdain.