Random *Depressing* Poetry and Stories

Brother

In the night I lay

Under the covers I stay

Woken from the dreams I wept

Wishing they won't be kept

For he is to young to cry

And so was I

For he is my brother

Cause we come from the same mother

I am the model

My tears I bottle

In which I betray

He is the impressionable clay

~Raysome