I have a brother,
He comes to me,
And no other,
So I can see.
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The problems he faces.
He threatens to kill,
All that he's become.
Not for thrill.
Nor a gold sum.
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Nothing. But an end.
I can't stay quiet,
Not while he thinks this way,
I might have a riot.
His personality continues to fray.
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While they send him there.
They don't know something's wrong,
I'm scared to tell them.
He'll be mad for so long.
But this is just the stem,
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To a dark foreboding flower.
He pushes me,
I push back,
I'm not the right person, see?
These are the skills I lack.
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I can't convince him to stay.
But I can't keep quiet.
I'm damned if I don't,
And damned if I do.
But if he does it,
And I don't say a word,
His death is on my shoulders.
Not again.
I won't do nothing again.
Not ever again.
He says he wants it to end.
But for him to end it over something so stupid.
So pointless as school.
Maybe he has too weak a mind,
To deal with today's world.
Like all the others.
No, no, he can hang on.
He can hang on.
He's stronger than this.
Right?
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PoetryIt's a poetry book. For poetry. Edgar Allen Poe-etry. (These poems have nothing to do with Edgar Allen Poe. I saw the pun and I made it.)
