Road to Disengagement

It was my moment of glory, bright seemed every way,
felt a solemn stillness though, pensive so I must lay.
Faint initially, but now they were quite audible,
but an amalgam of brightness and sobs, did not seem plausible.
Oscillating were the dangling leaves, but the wind did not pass,
it was the moment of gory came to me, depicted an identical carcass.

So, this is where everything culminates and ends all the pain,
the literary "point of no return”, where all your accumulation goes to vain.
Apparitions are here apparent, but pounds your heart no more,
befriends everybody the desolation, here exists no lore.
But the stance here is what people call relief,
trusts isn’t broken, no feuds, no cracks in belief.

Was not for me to savour the bliss, as uninvited pang tore it apart,
Ah! I could look through the eyes of my own and then into the heart.
If my past insured their future and lurking treachery did slyly provoke,
glad I am that no more I share their space and slept a sleep from which only “the Son” woke.
The purpose is now served and hereby I am to relish the absolute detachment,
bid thee farewell oh forsaken land, where hostilities are nurtured and wolves roam freely in parchments!!