Family

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.
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