An Open Letter to My Brother
My heart is heavy, my eyes are sore
I wish to chat with you once more.
My brother, my friend, my advisor, my rock
Mere memories of such, are now all I've got.
I tightly grasp onto all these, still seeing you in my dreams
Without you showing me the ropes, I'm lost is how it seems.
I want to say that I'm doing fine
That's mom's been well and we're in line.
But I will not lie, brother it's been so rough.
You know me better than anyone, I'm not that tough.
You'd probably punch me in my arm if you seen this tear,
But I would be content with that, because at least you would be near.
I feel like I'm sinking into the depths of sorrow,
I've gone so far as losing sight of a sunny tomorrow.
I still look for you in passing cars or in crowded malls
I'm forever waiting for you to show up, or to miss one of your calls.
I fake a smile and try to hold myself together
I just want to fly away, like two birds of a feather.
Though treachery knows no limited bounds
Nor does cruelty, as I'm earthly confound.
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