It's difficult to take stride in times of hardship.
Not due to the struggles that come with it,
But rather the legacy one leaves from the first step to the last.
It's often said that history has a tendency to repeat itself.
I plead; please say that it isn't so.
Hush the voices in my head that continuously drum the thought that he,
Shall carry the misfortune to take in my stead.
That he, my kin, shall be struck down by the roar of silence,
The echoing emptiness perpetuating violence in his fragile mind.
The thought, above all else, threatens to crush me.
The sight, however, terrifies me.
For you see,
I see it.
The parasite I once saw in me,
I see in him.
He is crumbling as I once have,
Edging closer and closer to the edge by the day,
With no chance, no hope, no way of stepping away from it.
For unlike myself, he has no refuge.
I want nothing more than to take his pain away.
To swap places and have to endure everything again.
Every taunt, every punch, every single feeling of sorrow,
For all of it would be worth his happiness.
But despite all effort,
All I can truly do is watch.
Hopelessly waiting with bated breath,
Praying to be blessed with his smile.
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Uncreative Title: The Poem Anthology
PoetryApparently people actually liked Deus, so I guess this is a poem anthology now. Let's see how this turns out. I'll gradually keep publishing parts over time whenever I happen to actually write something. Enjoy, ladies, gentlemen and others.
