Two brothers bound by blood's embrace,
Yet veiled in enmity's grim face.
Their hearts, once linked in childhood's play,
Now steeped in discord's grim array.
Their laughter lost in echoes past,
Now shadows cast, a bond unfast.
A tale of rifts that silence weaves,
As bitterness the air conceives.
Each glance a spark that flames ignite,
Their clash a never-ending fight.
In silence roars their thunderous feud,
A rift too deep to be subdued.
Oh, brotherhood, now torn asunder,
By rancor's grip, by hate's cruel plunder.
A rift that time can't seem to smother,
Two brothers torn, apart they hover.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryI'm presenting a collection of poems I've personally written. Each one stands as an independent creation, though some may intertwine through common themes. These poems reflect my innermost feelings, and in certain instances, they echo fragments of...
