These Words Scream

My brother's eyes

My brothers eyes are like embers of coal
They bear no reflection of a soul
He carries the scars of a thousand wars
Yet the cause was never worthy

Spring-time promises of growth and rebirth
Do not give him renewed hope
The amber rays of the summers sun cannot melt his icy glares
September ushers in autumn's colors
But they lose their luster in the cluster of his mind
Winter's cold suits his mood as he broods about days of old

Thoughts of his yester years fill him with hopelessness and despair
As he listens to the voices in his head
The things he dreads seem to haunt him the most
The daily verses he rehearses are often quite morose

He is not old, he is not hearty
His mind has gone awry
I dare not pry, but in his eyes are stories left untold