Jakov blinks. Everything’s dark and dust blurs the homes reduced to rubble. None stand, everything blown to bits, the street he whistled along lays in tatters, mortgages and valuables, sentimental or material, gone and destroyed in seconds. Families, friend, neighbours, all unaccounted for, is this all happening in his head?
I have the privilege of knowing some wonderful people, but sometimes friendships don’t work out for reasons beyond our control. When things go wrong, it can feel like the whole world is against us, but still those friends we made strangers fight for us. Enjoy the poem.