Chapter 596
Interrogation
Some things in life are filled with joy
They start out as a beautiful creation
They bring us happiness and pleasure
As they fill us with jubilant elation
The feelings and desires of two
May be filled with adulation
With some ongoing cultivation
They lead to endless exhilaration
What was viewed as infatuation
In time can turn to stagnation
What was once a captivation
Morphs into a type of fixation
What was felt as salvation
Becomes filled with aggravation
There is nothing left as motivation
Everything becomes an empty obligation
We are left with frustration
When the once lovely relation
Has reached the end of its duration
What is left behind is resignation
The beauty evaporates into desolation
Everything turns into an accusation
Shared time becomes an interrogation
The only escape seems to be termination
Nobody