Lost Conclusion

The wide cracks on the gilded walls,
Of the bedroom and the hall,
Stuffed with beads of laughter and tears,
Whimper in despair.
Incandescent bulbs throttled by darkness,
Shine and get burnt in their own light.
Tinted window glasses,
Taciturn by nature,
Chug on bottles of loneliness,
In the absence of any interference.
When relationships die a sudden death,
Even inanimate objects are in a quandary,
About the last rites.

©songbriti