Micah


My brother's demons weren't like mine
They made him reach for the can of pills
Yet they made him laugh harder
than everyone else in the room
They made him reach out to everyone
Yet they made him, a stranger in his own body

My brother wanted to become a pilot
Because in his heart of hearts he believed
There were no demons above the cliff
And for this dream he read all night, all night

On the days he couldn't afford his depression pills
I would offer him mine

He strove to be here for his little brother
But his demons won't let him stay
Though he had the brightness smile
He never believed, he was good enough
For that he drank a can of Valium
More than enough to end a man
Although I'll love my dearest
until my next breath
I fear that the memory of my Micah, my brother
Is becoming the face of my demons

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