Stare into prismatic courtyards
My past won't let me be
Ignore the screaming through the speakers
Ill-fated destiny
Feel the wind succumb to blowing
Much to my dismay
I had it word for word inked down
Exactly what I'd say
Something as simple as paper inspires
Feel it ripping through me
Beating my mind with fist-like questions
What does this mean to me?
Little brother, can you hear me
I have tried and tired calling
We grow much older through the years
Into this world is falling
Oft' I wonder where your life
Is bound to run and take you
Remember the things you see for yourself
You're seeing for me too
And the sad silence that overwhelms
The distance feels the same
Have we really grown apart this far?
We fill the gaps with blame
Stare into this prismatic courtyard
My thoughts won't let me be
If I could write-away the heartache
That gnaws and torments me
Might feel a smile once was shared
In hostile, yet simple times
Back when we knew what freedom was
When I went with better tines
Little brother, can you hear me?
I have tried and tired calling
When all I had to give was love
My skies are always falling
With all that I'd ever asked of you
I'd take all of this back
No penny's worth could push you away
Time clocks cloaked in black
When all I had to offer was love for you
When love was all I had
I was so ashamed...
My brothers deserved more.
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Chapter 99/99/9999
PoetryThis prose is a deep dive into the creative self from the silence and solitude of confinement. Chapter 99/99/9999 is a journey through the good, the bad, and the ugly; and covers a wide range of stationary emotion- the ebb and flow of guilt, love, h...
