Terminal

I could cry aquariums
Fill oceans with salt water tears

Could fuel hate with rage poorly costumed as coping
And still nothing would give

I could think long thoughts of hope
And sing sweet songs for peace

But the moment I’m alone with the truth
His fate, my mourning feeds.

 
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shakatoah   shakatoah wrote
on 7/31/2009 10:04:21 AM
You had me at the first line...such a striking way to begin and draw one into your world. I'm so sorry for your loss too. My whole world would turn inside out if anything happened to my adored younger brother. Love and light to you...and I must say you write beautifully.

Starlingpoet   Starlingpoet wrote
on 7/26/2009 11:34:42 PM
This is very good writing and you can feel how strong your emotions are. I have lost someone very close so I could relate to your pain. On the writing side of things I was wondering if in the second last line the word ~true~ should have been ~truth.~ True just sounded a little awkward to me. Thanks for sharing : )

Michele   Michele wrote
on 7/24/2009 7:47:44 PM
My little bro' died at age 52 of complications of drug/alcohol abuse on March 31st, 2008. I know. I do. It will get better with time. Maybe with a lot of time. Hang in.

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I lost my little brother about a year ago. I wrote this in the months before he passed.
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