The times they are a changing

Your voice grates on me
White chalk on a black board
Where once I hung onto every word you said
All I hear now
are accusations
Filled
Filled with shades of judgment
Better than thou
More upright than thou
Or perhaps it is just
Indifference?
The times
The times they are a-changing

Once all you had to do was ask -
and I would have done it for you
Pluck the stars from the heavens -
Perhaps not
But most any other thing
But now
Now
All that is left
Is sadness, regret
Anger, madness
a tinge of remorse
and all
all is quiet