My Brother LostA Poem by realmwriterThis has not happened and I pray that it does not but this is what came to me and I fear it may come to be. I morn him even now as I type these words to screen, for I have known in him a loveIt's raining cats and logs, the dogs have stayed in to sleep They make not a peep as thunder shakes the streets
The torrents flood the city, while quietly darkness waits Lighting brings to bare the heavy burden of the heart The mind a terrible waist in a storm of doors and gates Where one trap closes, another slowly tares him apart
Stirred by ill intent, the snoring suddenly stops Thunder silenced still, it echoes and it pops
Crippling manic thoughts, drift in under battered broken door Suicide the last resort, of a man who's at the frayed end of his rope One more enemy made, where only two had stood before Each in their own time, have played a tune he couldn't cope
The dogs have died, the cats have all but ran away Logs have sown trees of doubt, there in the middle of the fray
He took his life and left behind four gems of purest light Of the three who used to be, only one remained to cry They wept for him in darkest hour, afraid in bleakest night He left this coil to return to ash and oil, his thunder stolen dry
And though he is not gone, I would cry for my brother lost.
© 2014 realmwriterAuthor's Note
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Added on July 30, 2014Last Updated on July 30, 2014 AuthorrealmwriterHarrison, ARAboutYou know, I can write about almost any subject, in poetic form and even an ocasional short story, but I find it most difficult to write about myself. I am an artist at heart and will use whatever m.. more..Writing
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