Solitude

When it's over
When it's time
There'll be no bells
No angel choirs

Nor the tinkle
Of shattered pieces
Slipping through
Guilty fingers

There may be tears
There'll be emotions
Words exchanged
Blows felt

But there'll always
Be solitude
An empty quiet
That lays in wait

No noise, no peace
Just emptiness
A sense of loss
A growing hole

When it's over
There'll be no prayers
No mercy for me
None for the in-between