I hate to remember this day
Hate to bring it forth
But it always comes back
When I'm lacking self-worth
It was an ordinary day
I was in bed, fast asleep
My mother was making breakfast
When the alarm clock starts to beep
I groggily sit up
Then look at the time
It's 8:45
Eggs 'n bacon will soon be mine
I hop down the stairs
When the door bells rings
I don't worry at first
But then I hear screams
Something's gone wrong
So I rush to the door
They were here for a reason
What will they ask for?
But they asked for the worst
They asked for my brother
I start to cry and
Shrieks sound from my mother
"No!" Mother screams
"Bring him back!" I yell
But the men did nothing
This was complete hell
I love my brother
With all my heart
This writing, to him,
Would be a piece of art
The car drove off
Left our hearts broken
We were thinking the same thing
But no words were spoken
We'll never see him again
But even if we do
He might not remember
And just ask "Who?"
And right now I would cry
But there's no tears left to shed
They're all gone
For him I would have bled
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