Category : Poems

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"Five Years"    07-11-16

Its been five years
While I struggle to hold the tears.
My memories remain clear
Though I suffer with great fear.
Knowing its a day
That's no longer here,
And through my trembling 
Finger tips are the memories 
Of that year. 
I now face this world all alone
Cold as ice, 
And hard as stone.
As I stand at your grave
I begin to stare
Looking at your name
Reminding myself 
This isn't a game.
My heart grows weak
As I stutter to speak.
Each and every night I pray
That they will 
Finally see.
How much I want my 
Brother back, 
And how much he
Means to me.

~Me