My brother big and strong, funny and kind,
He was strong of heart, soul and mind.
He was always someone I looked up to,
Helping me when I was feeling blue.
He came home one night and I was awake,
He stepped out on the balcony looking for a break.
My mum stepped out only to see him run to the edge,
And jump from the balcony over the ledge.
Screaming filled my ears, joined by more and more,
And when I understood what happened, my heart simply tore.
My mum ran to find him, and I huddled away,
I cried and cried, why did this happen today?
We all helped each other from the depths of despair,
My brother was dead, it just wasn’t fair.
He was taken from me, and I kept asking why,
All I could do for my long lost brother was cry.
I was asked if I was fine, and I gave a shaky nod,
At least my brother’s safe, because he’s up there with god.

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Dragged to Darkness
PoezjaA series of short poems and written pieces. They deal with subjects like depression and society. I hope you enjoy them.