Untitled, yet

We were never the same.
We never had normal days.
We were poverish.
We were impish.
I only wanted to be left alone.
and, he only wanted to move on.
They, she and the other he,
struggled endlessly.
Was it all lies?
Was it a blessing in disguise?
Even now, I try
(and still, wonder why?)
to make sense
of a shattered tense
from whence
we all failed to make amends.
We were only warring, isolated islands, then.
The aftermath, now,
incites my moon howl
and i can only scowl,
when i consider it all,
the great fall,
consider it all, foul.
Still, they gleam,
the better other mes.
Restlessness,
Loneliness,
Malice, and I
may have suffered demise,
but now, no one could tell
we grew from a family hell.

Author's Note

an alternate version where instead of the designated personality traits names are used; William reads instead of Restlessness, Brian instead Loneliness, and Alice instead of Malice exists.
Art: untitled by NovemberManent