My BrotherA Story by Lust for PropinquityIts weird and stuff and kind of not relatable to the majority but I found it kind of interesting to writeHappiness blooms in my like flowers in spring Everyone joined me at the park for my birthday! Laughing, and gathering around me, I feel like im being trampled Petunias grow all around, making the world prettier, they speak to my soul! My friends all whisper about my brother, who is sitting alone Young children squeal, parents watching them with amusement But my parents are nowhere near him, my brother's tears are running down his face Rain begins to fall, he walks home, sadness blooming in me as I remember that night Only he was asleep, Daddy was drunk and mad, and mommy was in the locked bathroom Then there was a bang as daddy shot mommy, and another as he shot me He ran away, leaving my sleeping brother to awake in the morning to a nightmare Everyday he relives the horror, mommy watches him by my side Rain thunders throughout the sky, like the break in my brothers mind Breathing in the poison of the world, my brother falls farther into despair Entering the abyss of guilt and pain Father is still running, hiding in the darkness, from the crimes he commited, the pain he caused Only sleep can take away my brothers pain Razor in hand, he carves the memories of our deaths into his flesh Every day, he falls deeper and deeper into the abyss, tears fall down me and mommy's face I only wish to hold him and make it better, but I never can, mommy holds me close as I sob The sky becomes dark Sorrow clouds his judgment The days grow longer, his guilt grows stronger Olive skin soakied in blood, whispers echo in his ears Only pain remains, all happiness dies, the world is no longer pretty Love turns to hate, he hates himself A razor blade in hand, blood drips to the floor Too late, I cry in my mothers embrace as my brother falls limp to the floor Entering death, my brother joins our embrace, we are together again The day resets, his body restored, his mind void of the events of the day, as if it never happend. Me and my mother share a knowing glance. Please heed my warning, do this one last thing for me. Read the first letter in each sentence down. © 2018 Lust for PropinquityAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorLust for PropinquityINAboutI am probably the most trouble prone person on earth. I dont do poetry much but I do some times, and when I do Im no Edgar Allen Poe or Shakespeare. Its mostly just stories, and i dont know why but im.. more..Writing
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