The Illusion of Kinship
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com They claim the name of "friend," a title bright, Yet stand as distant as the stars' cold light. Their voices, once a vibrant, clear refrain, Now reach the ear as faint, distorted pain, Lost, perhaps, in some far, forgotten bar. They speak of history, of shared delight, A woven tapestry of days gone by, But in this stark and unforgiving now, Only their deep, loud silence makes a vow— A painful echo, truer than their word. A Hollow Bond What lingers is a hollow, empty shell, A bond without true grace or truth to tell. A fleeting shadow, swift to disappear, Leaving no trace upon the heart held dear. How dare they wear that loyal title still, When constant absence proves against their will A bond untrue, a pretense built on air? Friendship's true essence is betrayed by care And presence that they utterly withhold, A story of detachment, stark and cold. Unkept Promises and Letting Go This fragile friendship rose on broken ground, Of ...