Silent Echoes from my ruins

For whatever life I had was the life I lived with you, for now what remains are the ruins of once
charming life .
For what remains is a life with much little or no meaning at all.
For what remains is darkness in search of light when there is no hope of it ,
for what remains is the ME you left
alone…….alone in middle of nowhere …..
for what remains is a slave of yours whom you set free .
You left , you freed me from all bonds …so easily ,…… yet here I am ….here I am living a caged life

….where you are the capturer and yet you are the one who set me free.
How can you
justify this?
How can anyone justify this?
For now you are free and I a slave set free who detests his
freedom.