Suspended In Time {Brotherly Love #3}

Suspended In Time {Brotherly Love #3}

A Poem by The Cunning Linguist
"

When a loved one dies, it's diificult to move on....

"
One day I'ma see you dude; we'll sit and we'll parlay,
my whole world changed a month ago; tomorrow's now today,
and this is me; for 4 weeks I've been stuck in disbelief,
reality's been like The Matrix trust in this; believe,

that where you are you know that thoughts of you now bend the mind,
of those you left behind we all recline suspended time,
for me it's still October 5th and not yet over with,
November winds now blow within my soul so cold and crisp.

What f***s me up the most is how we just had peaced it up,
you called me out the blue and now you're all deceased and stuff,
whatever things I've done in life I feel this be enough,
to pay me back for everything; it all just be so rough.

You know your niece still talks about you; Tia and her words,
if I didn't know no better I would see her as disturbed,
but since she's just like me I comprehend her crazy notes,
the things she says I understand is just her way to cope.

Life's like that little bruh and I'm defendin it with mine,
we're trying to progress but we're suspended here in time,
feel good about the fact of how you left your best to see,
in Wali and in Ibn; little brother, rest in peace.

Eternal Love...

©2013
The Cunning Linguist

© 2014 The Cunning Linguist


Author's Note

The Cunning Linguist
When my little brother died, it was very hard for my family and I to move on with life. It was particularly hard for me and writing helped me sort out alot of confusing emotions. This piece is the third in my 'Brotherly Love' series.

My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

92 Views
Added on July 17, 2014
Last Updated on July 17, 2014
Tags: Poetry, Sad, Loss, Mourn, Death, Wordplay

Author

The Cunning Linguist
The Cunning Linguist

Wanaque, NJ



About
Born & raised in Newark, NJ, T.C.L. started writing poetry at age 14 and continues to let a wide variety of topics influence his writing and is not afraid to tell it how he feels it, no matter who get.. more..

Writing