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THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.


Submitted:Apr 6, 2008    Reads: 92    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


My brother and I stopped seeing each other and I wished he'd die.

He passed away two weeks ago and I'm falling to pieces as I cry.

We never patched things up and I never got the chance to apologize.

When I look in the mirror every morning, I see a man who I despise.

I should've patched things up with my brother and made things right.

But my damn stubbornness caused me to refuse to do it out of spite.

It really tears a person apart when a family member dies.

A man can't remove his scars no matter how hard he tries.

I should've held him in my arms and told him that I loved him.

The guilt gets worse everyday and my future looks pretty grim.





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