Devolving

I find myself repeatedly mourning

Those that are still here.

Broken hearts and bigger changes,

A loss of things that were.

Not just people but things I know

Seem to be unravelling. 

I find myself unable to keep up

With the pace of things changing.

Vast held beliefs and those I know

Are suddenly now unknown.

Brains and psyches slightly broken,

My grief overgrown.

The past is not the present,

And is not the future.

Evolving and devolving.

Nothing is certain, of that I'm sure.