It is with a heavy heart's mind
And a woeful brother's pen
That I share and write down
That you - of all men-
Are whom I am bound.
I knew from when you were born
You will contest
You will compete
You will protest
You will ill-treat
Me, the other,
You call brother
& Dress in scorn.
History has proven that we are not strange.
We are but victims to a last name's curse.
A name that ties your violent rage
To my heavy-hearted reason for this verse.
There you stand as Cain
And I your Abel.
Who would live in worry that in vain,
You would summon a death knell.
To see me in pain - I can tell -
Would ring your bell.
For Shakespeare could never pen
This tale of tragedy between two men.
And in moments when you gaze at me
A Mercutio looks for the eyes of Romeo
But sees a friend becoming a foe
With his face now reddened
Drawing his sword as Edmund.
Familial blood pumps from the heart, it's true
But love will go wherever I choose.
Forgiveness is not easily won,
For I know your fires will go on,
Alas, you are your father's son.
There are days I recognize your good.
Days I celebrate
Days I would halt if I could.
Though you change your weathers,
And instead of drowning from your restless tide -
I'm forced to love at a distance,
Wishing to be at your side.
Knocking at my door, I pray
To know if it's you with kindness
Or a storm you bring at bay.
Though with heavy hearted courage
I brave your winds; I brave your waves.
I withstand your wretchedness
Because I know in the mist of this
Your sun will stretch it's rays
Even for just a moment's haste.
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'The Weathered Man' & other works by Diego Reyes
Ficción GeneralDiego Reyes' heart evoking poems and gothic tales serve as a teaching guide and social commentary for those who read them. His work is heavily inspired by the likes of Edgar Allan Poe, Ann Radcliffe, William Faulkner, and so many more loved voices i...