…I remember gazing into his eyes, crying,
sobbing, knowing that my brother is not who I thought he was. Thinking he would
do anything he could to stay out of trouble, out of jail. Thinking he learned
his lesson.
LIES
All
of my memories as a friend, wondering if he won’t lie to me, won’t do anything
to hurt me. Thoughts, pulling me on strings like a puppet, having no choice of
my own. I always thought I knew him, but every thought of him.
GONE
I sit here waiting for my turn to talk to him. Not knowing what he is to
say to me. Long, brown hair, longing brown eyes. We both form waterfalls, more
salty, more watery than the ocean, with myself.
LOST
Kind, gentle, sweet. All things I have that describe him to me. Now it’s
not anything to me. I’ll never know why or how he did it, but what I do know,
is that it was driven by anger. By being taunted by himself and others.
ANGER
I will never forgive what he did; never forget the hatred I had for him
when I found out. I was as mad as a bull. Who knows when he’ll get out, but
there is a feeling that is ever lasting for him.
LOVE
LIES, GONE, LOST, ANGER, LOVE
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