Poetic Music

Shaken

If I let your death defeat me,

what will you think of me?

I want to die. my soul feels heavy.

But I won't do it for a memory.

What does that make me?

I remember you brother,

10,000 memories gliding in fall.

I can see you over the sun,

I can hear you laughing alone,

a feeling of a breeze,

as you sprint too far from home.

How many days have passed?

My first few thoughts seem so...

Cold.

Lashes of blame across you,

a crash of hate finds its mark,

And it scars your memory.

Then...

My anger fades to the dark.

But god damn I'll pace and I'll pace,

I'll blame you until I find a place,

for this sadness and this hate.

You could have told me.

You knew I would have listened.

You distanced yourself,

then screamed for help,

In your own faraway prison.

But it was just for attention.

And that makes no sense.

A soon to be dead man seeks attention?

a dead man can have no intention.

And I do have desires,

I have emotion,

I cry, so I care,

I fight, so I believe,

and you, brother,

are alive to me.

For you, brother,

nothing will break me,

and for myself,

I will not be shaken.