What would it be no siblings to talk too!

Twenty-eight years have bled away,
Since kin became a hollow, echoing name.
No mother's comfort, no siblings' play,
No niece, no nephew, fanning flame
Of family warmth, a shared embrace.
Just absent love, an empty space.

For something I could not perceive,
A phantom wrong, a silent slight,
How could their bitter hatred weave
A wall that banished me from light?
I searched my soul, I searched the past,
No reason for the die they cast.

What was the treason, the fatal flaw?
To be so utterly erased?
I yearned for kinship, for the law
Of blood, a bond I hadn't faced
Since that sharp moment, long since gone,
When I woke up, utterly alone.

They saw me wrong, they felt disdain;
My only sin, a simple choice:
I chose a friend, absolving pain,
And gave that bond my strongest voice.
Against the ties that bound us then,
I walked away from kith and ken.

And then, I felt no deep regret,
No turning back, no moment's qualm.
That steadfast choice, I still hold yet,
Through silent years, a lonely psalm.
But now, the cost, it weighs so deep,
As promises I couldn't keep.

This world I walk, it feels estranged,
A landscape where I don't belong.
My heart, a vessel disarranged,
Humming a solitary song.
This loneliness, it truly stinks,
A bitter draught the spirit drinks.