Lost Poems

Brother

towering over me

like the statue of Liberty

you held the knife.

rage burned in your eyes

and dried your tears.

you tried to cry,

emotions choked your throat

as tight as your grasp

on the handle.

riveted to the ground,

clasped between you legs,

light pierced my eyes as

it ricocheted off the blade,

I see you

trapped inside

your body, your mind,

screaming to break free.

am I one of the chains

encasing your true self?

if so,

then strike with the steel

sever the bond

between us