There we all were,
an archipelago of today--
drifting apart
but still the same
bound by some label.

A band of misfits
that lost love somehow;
we still talk,
we still talk somehow.

Sitting in the same room,
all out of tune--
I could pick the tension
like a steel string
wound on a rustic guitar.

A family of freaks
that could never be
anything worth society's time,
society's eye, a fruitful
rhyme could describe us all.

Only our hatred kept us
sitting there, in the same
room ... slowly drifting
away ... I can't look at you.

Not anymore, the time
tells the difference
as the cold wind blows
and we are all sitting 
amongst kith and foes.

What do you think? Criticisms and praise welcome.

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