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So it comes to me,

Whilst lying in the room,

Watching some tv.

The den in a gloom.



Earlier when I came home,

My sister and her friend,

Where all in the living room,

As I tried to befriend.



Two movies where watched,

Then came home dad.

Soon to follow was mom,

Then things turned so bad.



Dad to the kitchen.

Mom to her bed.

As Sach and friend left,

I was left there to dread.



Dad retired to his room,

With mom and soon went.

My sister to hers

With friends, I circumvent.



Left alone again.

Once we’re all back,

Going separate ways,

I left a lone Pack.



Mom loves Dad.

Dad loves work.

Sachi loves friends.

I struggle to perk.



Oba’s just trying,

To fit in still.

Brother is gone,

To practice his skill.



Mom uses work,

To fill the void,

That father caused

And almost destroyed.



Dad uses his company

And taiko to feel,

That something’s right,

In his dreams of ideal.



Sachi uses friends,

To stay away,

To leave this family

In it’s times of dismay.



Oba uses Buddhism

And chanting to stay

Away from the problems,

That occur everyday.



Brother’s gotten out.

He’s moved on some,

‘Til mom pulls him back.

Into our glum.



I watch it all,

And try to be,

The one to help,

Everyone see,



That we’re falling a part.

We’re loosing connection,

Of each other’s

Family affection.



This dysfunctional family

I’m stuck in between

Always desperately trying

To bring us being serene.







Inspired by: / Dedicated to: My family evenings

Created on: June 7, 2008 – 0512