Poetry Camp (February)
Fox-Trot-9
Day 22: A Brother's Rebuke
You cannot mend this broken dream
With hymns of far-off hope,
For when you hear the church bells scream,
I sit and mope.
This world you see with goggled eyes
Deceives you every day;
You never seem to see the lies
They always say.
You think you're smart and think I'm dumb,
Lacking your wit and grace,
But still I have that precious crumb
Of love's embrace.
I loved your father, loved your mother,
And still I love you now;
You used to love me like a brother,
And yet somehow
You've lost the will to love and fight
For all you've held so near,
So get yourself out of my sight!
Is that fucking clear?
(To be continued . . .)
A/N: Still venting out more emotional pain. ( <_< )