brother

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    • freind
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    brother

    just as the darkness started to fade.
    i got up in the morning in my normal way.
    thinking it was just another day?
    forward to see my brother.
    who just lived across the way.
    hopeing just to see him again today.
    littel did i know .
    it was time for him to go?
    just then the phone begin to ring.
    the feeling of something lost began to sink in.
    it hit me so.
    then i knew there was a place i had to go.
    the reaper came and took his soul.
    oh my brother were did you go?
    you and i were oh so tight this you know.
    it crushed my heart to see you go.
    as i entered this room of cold and steel.
    along came the numbess i could no longer feel.
    the sound of that zipper and the krinkle of that bag.
    still lingers in my head.
    the tiny droplets of blood that remain on your head.
    wiped off with my own hands.
    i will see you out of this place.
    i will send you home.
    so that you may have a place to roam.
    the time has come to let you go.
    as you slip out of this place.
    may you never fall out of gods grace.
    your loving brother

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    Bladebearer commented on brother

    06-08-2009

    Oh man. This poem is fun of feeling. It must hurt to have lost your brother like that. This piece made me want to cry. Good work.

    freind

    06/08/2009

    thank you very much

    sexylady commented on brother

    06-03-2009

    im sorry about your brother. im sure that he loved it because im sure it came from your heart. just remember that even tho he is not physically here he is here in your heart.

    loanslanger commented on brother

    05-31-2009

    This sounds like it came straight from the heart. That is what makes it good. You will see your brother again one day.

    freind

    06/02/2009

    thank you and yes that is were it came from

    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    freind’s Poems (22)

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    life 1
    addiciton 4
    love 4
    brother 3
    poetry 1
    calm 0
    thoughts 1
    momma 7
    spirit of freedom 1
    days past 1
    missing 3
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    woman 3
    beloved 3
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