Copyright © 2006 Barry G. Moses.
Copyright © 2006 Barry G. Moses.
Brothers...
Your laughter
Cuts through darkness and silence
And tells a drunken tale
Of everything we lost
And roads not traveled.
We distract our pain
In the drug of chaos
And still the child within us
Wanders the weary street
Looking for what we might have become.
Yes, we laugh
But underneath the jagged exterior
We cannot stop crying
For innocence…
That will never return.
Sometimes when we fight
My fist swings against your face
All because you looked at me funny
When my day wasn’t right
Or you said the wrong words
When I wanted something different.
But then we smile through bloody teeth
When rage goes back to its hiding place
And I remember
You’re still my brother to the end.
4 comments:
How fitting they both look so angry yet so sad underneath. It makes me sad to see their picture.
Are the brothers your sons or you and your brother?
When I first read the poem, the photos had not shown up yet. They are heart breaking.
The brothers are my sons...
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