A Temporary Goodbye In the Broadest Sense of Temporary

With great fervor they write without end Pretty words that could not even be read Though he tried, he had no will to lend The voice inside expiring, left for dead There was some pleasure even concern Pondering the loss of the bonds formed The thought he could not even discern His own demons, now left him scorned No more adventure left in his lost soul What could they truly understand in him No more desire, he tried to form a goal A pursuit also that left him without whim What more can I do, but write these things I feel What more can I say, I have nothing left to reveal