No Good Call Comes After 1am.

God, it tears me down to hear your howling cries
It's not natural, tears streaming from stony eyes
The wails are loud enough to scale the dark skies
Thunderous and violently shaking loose my spine
 
When you speak, I cannot understand the words
Saying, 'oh, my god, no!' over and over
Mom is screaming, asking what is wrong
Im holding up a fist to real it in back home
 
She quiets and all I hear is your ragged breath
Silently praying that this isn't my sister's death
 
But no
It's him
 
We always knew he was reckless and  wouldn't last  
Now a mother buries her son and a brother has passed
 
A mountain is shattering and building up again
He's the head of this house and has to act like it
I pack up his bag and pick out his best suit
Toiletry bag, suit case, and his best leather boots
 
It's all I can do to calm the women and children
This limbo is old and keeps replaying a whirlwind
Circling, we take a breath and stand on the side
Keep the order until we could find a safe place to hide
 
Tomorrow has no mercy and is rushing to today
When morning comes, I'll have to sit her down and relay
Tell her that her son is dead and hope she doesn't faint
Stay with her until this passes so she doesnt meet his fate
 
Sleep is a joke in this sporadically sullen state
We'll try for sanity, but no promises have been made.