Gone

The standard
rounds of fury
have since past

gone are ire silences,
and stoic hearts
withered by
resentment

stifled screams
no longer
bickers in corners
of the room

gone are bitter
tensions
and unending piles
of complaints

frustration has now
ceased its war
waged on misery

gone are the days
of indifference
and sobering nights
with you

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