Family and Friends

Slowly it grows on me,

An ominous heart-break,

Threatening to perish

All that won’t change.

Gone are the days of surety,

Knowing who abides and waits

Politics and misunderstanding,

An unbridgeable abyss create.

Question not how,

But when, whom and why?

Egos, systems, indulgence,

Half-knowledge and sundries.

At times I wish to teleport

Revert to a past unspoilt,

Perhaps lift the clouds of dust,

And this day wouldn’t come to pass.

Such is my world today,

Mere fragments of a whole.

On this I shall build

And yet hope for more.