Departure

Time to call a halt: furthermore depart. No longer does my stomach wrench or knot; Your razor tongue has dulled - on my heart Its blade no longer finds a tender spot. Molten lava has chilled on the seafloor. No more allegations can hurt me now, Aspersions—all your slurs, I've heard before; They cool into icy wounds a snowplough- Makes as in rests, never to plough again, Left like a large anchor without its chain. I abandoned and though I walk condemn, I must carry the blame and not profane The ill-treatment I've suffered at your hands; Remember everything hereon expands...