November 18, 2007

Poem

So yeah I wrote this, its about my brother.  It's not my best but there is just something about it that I like.  I hope you like it....

 

He was young; a father, brother, and a son
He was my brother for fourteen years but, I truly only knew him for one
All of the sudden he was taken away
I will never forget that phone call on that awful arctic winter day

If only I could turn back time
Before he committed that horrible crime
Oh how I wish I could erase every fight
Especially that one on our very last night

I will never forget those last words I said
I hate you Kris as my face flushed with red
If only he knew what a lie that was
Oh gosh, I really hope he does


Heroin was his cause of death
That needle took his last breath
But, he wasn't the only one to pay
I still cry every single day

I get so many nightmares were I watch him die
And all I can do is sit back and cry
As he takes the drug and turns as white as a snow
My heart experiences an all time low

Why won't the sorrow disappear?
Why can't I stop shedding the tears?


Posted on 11/18/2007 12:57 PM Comments (2)
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