Dear Guardian Angel

A poem to my older brother that never made it out of the womb.

I wonder sometimes do even you care
My whole entire life have you been there?
Watching my every move and guiding me
Or are you judging me and laughing at my stupidity
You're probably in heaven thinking "Who is he?"
Yet you're flying free
And I'm grounded like I can't watch tv
I'm mentally sick and I hide it by smiling
But I ponder on what you'd say to me
If anything at all
Do you like movies? Do you play basketball?
Do you like cookies? Can you cook? Can you draw?
Just some questions I want answered
Are you a good dancer?
Are you like me someone who doesn't know their place?
And wouldn't see it even if it was right there in their face
Someone who feels alone in a crowded room
And can only ponder about their own doom
And how the essence of life is in fact pointless
Or are you an optimist? An opportunist with unlimited confidence
Who can work a room like a prostitute or a con artist
How do you feel about the institutes and the school system?
If you were given life what would have been your mission?
I bet you're just as lost as I am from every angle
But I still love you, fly high my miscarried guardian angel.

Author's Note

Constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated. Thank you for reading! :)

Reviews

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I had same experience like you. My brother was first born death. 2 years before me. I have same wondering like you. What kind of person he will be. What he will be like or not. Your poem resonate with my feeling. Thank you very much for put this piece into this contest. Actually you give me inspiration,. Maybe is for me also time write poem about my death brother. Thank you so much.