Brother
I raised you, I cared for you, I loved you.
I saved you once before, to set you free.
You have left me again, and for good too.
Brother, come back to me, come home to me.
For, I cannot fix our mistake this time.
Hell’s Bells are ringing for you now, brother.
I’m sorry, your time will be worse than mine.
I’m proud all the same, proud like no other.
Nevertheless I will try to live life.
I will try to live life and make you proud.
I mourn, but I will live without strife.
I will live and I will live free and loud.
So, I tried to raise you as he raised me,
But it didn’t work, and I’m so sorry.
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Poems I Wrote
PoetryI write poems sometimes. I put them here and on Tumblr as well as AO3.