The Missing Piece

This is mostly a reflection on my youngest older sibling. I'm not going to get too detailed in this...so read on if you choose.

The Missing Piece

 

I’ve seen pain beyond comprehension,

I’ve felt the stabs of anger.

They came from my home,

Inside a dark room.

It conquered the person within it.

The person was a stranger to me

That person is my brother

As he always will be.

 

At a young age, he was recruited,

Thrown into the depths of hell,

Surrounded by things not human,

Heartless snakes of conformity,

Vain pledges of destruction.

There were few ways out

And many ways in

The best way out?...There wasn’t one

 

Trouble was the gift given and received

A burden brought upon a young boy

One that he could never run away from

Nor would it from him

It was rather ubiquitous

Following not only the lone wolf

But his family as well

His home was marked permanently

 

The family ran away from the hurt

Because running was the only solution

Yet trouble still followed,

But it became weak, it died down.

A new life had been brought into the world

My brother’s son,

The first visible light, glistening-

A long awaited intervention.

 

What happened next changed lives

A wedding full of blinding & fake bliss

Two families brought together

Out of their own free will?

Or possibly against it

Either way, they were together.

The ending was not happy,

It was the epitome of disaster

 

One blow to the head

Tick Tock…

Another to the ribs

Tick Tock…

Crashing tears and ear aching sobs

Tick Tock…

Lastly"shattered hearts falling

Stop.

 

Deep breathing and healing came next

Time needed to heal a son

A mother and father,

A brother,

A sister

Injustice was served coldly

Bonds were torn unrightfully

Everything had burned, ashes to ashes

 

Silence.

Play me a song of redemption

Teach me to trust again

Let me see a good feeling

One that shines in his eyes

Spreading throughout his entire being

He deserves a change

One that he’ll forever remember

 

There’s something out there.

Something that could end his ending

End the lying and sadness

Sadness caused by filthy money.

Filthy drugs that don’t work

Drugs that I look at in disdain

In an everlasting burning hate;

Hate doesn’t cover half of what I feel.

 

I’ve been watching on the sidelines

Hoping that he would try again someday.

His son needs him

I need him

My mother needs him

…My father needs him

I’d like to see the brother I know he can be

The father and son that he is…

 

Me amo mi hermano con todo mi corazon

Nothing could ever change that.

We’ve never had a strong bond,

But that doesn’t stop me from being his sister.

When he is in pain, I can see it

And I wish so badly to take it away

To vanquish the fear of being a part of a family

To show him that he can be my brother.

Author's Note

Don't be a grammar nazi. These are words that took a while for me to write down. It also took a while for me to decide to post this because of how personal it is.. So just appreciate it for what it is. Don't try to make corrections of your own, but give me some real criticism instead.

Reviews

[Mr. Waldo]

You can tell this is a passionate piece. Therefore i find in these type of writings criticism isn't really helpful or constructive. This is a piece that needs to be appreciated for what it is like a splatter painting. As the artist hurls paint, you threw emotion into this. I encourage everyone to do the same

[Voice]

Well you already know in person how goo i say this poem is so i just thought i would stop by and spread the love on here =D Glad to see you back!!...even though i see you every day??? ",) heee

[Alias Fletcher]

Writing from the heart always relieves me and clarifies my perception of a situation and my self as well. I hope this writing helps you find peace.