My Brethren

My brethren, my brother, my partner, my friend.

The pain of my brethren as the tale pasts by 

Weakness starts showing and tears ask why 

The matter's been changed, our answers are lies 

The truth has no meaning, but we still abide 

My brethren, my soul 

My emptiness, my poem 

You do not understand 

For the fear that you don't 

I could form stones on the table we share 

I could care less for the careless we care 

Hunger myself for the food that you need 

Sacrifice myself for the friendship we bleed 

My brethren, my friend 

My partner, it's damned 

That we should be left 

For life could never repair 

Reviews

[Easter3]

Interesting paradoxical juxtapositionings. Thank you, you Thank !?

[DrD]

There's something going on with this writing. It's loaded with subtle hints and innuendos. I like that and this is one of those works where we go away wondering if we really understood.

[B30]

Thank you! :D