What's It All For?

The pop has loss it's fizz
The flame has sizzled
The fact that we are still here
Must be some type of riddle
We no longer talk
We no longer huddle
Our communication has become
nothing short of a muddie
I've decided to move forward
No need for trouble
Iam now giving you full notice
of my decision
My departure, shall be
As right now,
completely on the double
If is prime time for each of us
To move forward

poem by Angel A. Lockwood
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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