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BROTHER
Pacing empty rooms where innocence dies
A stranger to me, but blood never lies
Tears of a father would lacerate the skin
What I fear is being the last of my kin
I never said goodbye
Suddenly, spiting the solitude
I am quickening to the travesty
Jaded eyes darkened by lament
Much unlike you, I won’t rest in peace
I never said goodbye
I am misanthropic but trapped
In grief of lost opportunities
And they always leave
As a distant memory
I never said goodbye
Smeared into the corner
A guilty stare into the mirror
Wishing that this bereavement
Was, like my father’s, poignant
I never said goodbye
Published 28th Sep 2016
| Edited 16th Oct 2016
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