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Our Fathers and Brothers Lost

Poetry By: Aerial90
Poetry


Tags: Addiction, Loss


A brother becomes lost to his addiction and in doing so inflicts pain and suffering on those he loves the most


Submitted:Oct 27, 2012    Reads: 9    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


For he stumbles through it all

Lost for all but one

It wrenches, it's the life blood

Once a father, brother, son

Searing in the middle, retching, pleading, done

Never never again, but the battle is not won

And with a clever bandaid to heal the stinging sun

Banana bag of vitals without the pellet gun

Promises and lies cryptic messages besides

The sweetest realease, oh how I crave you he cries

My love for you will not, but my faith in you has died

But of course there is no problem, none he can confide

Steeling candy from a baby, to pay your sickness need

Promising yourself that you would never do this deed

Nothing sacred, nothing spared, somewhere inside I know you cared

Lost, my sweet brother, lost and finally scared

And he tortures us with his words

With the hope that they would hold

His word was once his bond and worth its weight in gold

How could he become what I now behold

And through the darkness onward, a shaft of light that blinds

And we should be so lucky, to leave the past behind

It is the aching loss and grievance that we hide

That burns like an acid as we crush it down inside





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