This story is written from the perspective of an old character of mine.
He lost his brother in an accident he caused, and wrote this poem to try and recover, and come to terms with his mistake.
He's my brother I remember so well,
Everything leading up to the day he fell,
From my life he disappeared,
Because of consequences that I feared,
I need to hold on to faint memories,
And the days I had neared,
With him spent,
The times we cheered
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Poem Collection
PoezjaAssorted poetry by Bee. Subjects vary, but usually fantasy inspired.
