MY BROTHER'S WOUND-Poetry
- ayayronm
- Sep 11, 2014
- 1 min read
The speed of the bullet
that struck my brother down
had her crying copper tears.
Her heart sank
as she watched my brother bleed.
Each droplet
a helpless man.
The speed of the bullet
that struck my brother down
had built a pyre in my brother’s chest.
Each small flame
burned images of hopelessness.
Each image
an ash covered cloud.
The speed of the bullet
that struck my brother down
had his legs tremble.
His legs trembled
as the bullet burdened him.
Each burdening fear
a hammer to his knees.
The speed of the bullet
that struck my brother down
widened the emperor’s eyes.
The emperor and suitor
reached from a distance.
Each mile
an infinite void.
(Oh, he fell.)
The speed of the bullet
that struck my brother down
would not prepare me for my own.
I cried as she cried;
as the torch dimmed,
in great despair.
A helpless light.
The speed of the bullet
that struck my brother down
would not let him die on his own.
I burned as it burned;
the bullet raging
in pure hate.
An evil intent.
The speed of the bullet
that struck my brother down
would not let him suffer on his own.
I trembled as he trembled;
burdening me
as it did him.
A burdened demise.
The speed of the bullet
that struck my brother down
would not let me go unscathed.
I reached as they reached;
hoping to grasp hope
in the dark clouds.
A final wish.
(Oh, I fell.)
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