Us, Brothers

A recent revelation that my brother and I have shared troubles. And that we have dealt differently with them for many years.

His inspiration is wrong,

But who am I in this song?

I'm the disenchanting verse,

His daughter rides the hearse.

 

I want him to know,

He’s got more here to show.

If he can’t hear the sound,

We’re both lost, none found.

 

He’s more than just him,

Upon his family, he sins.

I think for more than just me,

I've struggled without word for years.

 

Sadness always creeps in,

My resolution worn thin.

But he doesn't know,

The pain I too refuse to show.

 

Ambition’s the past,

Once at first, now we’re last.

We sing along but we know,

We've got little to show.

 

She'll come to look for more,

And though her face he adores.

He'll never be content,

Because she wasn't meant.

 

That sadness again,

His life is now, not then.

It’s got more pieces and bits,

Than a shallow life permits.

 

His struggle so obvious,

Our feelings harmonious.

We both have the gene,

But who brought the noose to this scene?

Reviews

[Brittany Zedalis]

There's a lot of emotion in this. Well done.