Malaise.

What has changed,

nothing appeared to have changed,

the world around is same,

yet that affinity gone,

as if a malaise penetrated deep inside,

no cause apparent,

roots untraceable,

All near and dear perplexed,

pouring more succor,

yet that rapport,

that harmony,

within and outside elusive,

a decisive turn,

not of destiny,

but of time frame that occurs routinely,

has delved so deep,

that hollow receptacle,

unable to trace its base,

as if the keel lost its vitality.