I was thinking of my brother
Wondering what he would say
If he was here with me today
I was thinking of my brother
Wondering what he would do
But I haven´t got a clue
I was thinking of my brother
Wondering what he would think
If he was here too
I wonder
Why do I wonder
Why don´t I know
Why were the sweetest things I have ever said
Reserved for that moment
In coma, in bed
His mind unopened
Why at that moment, so sad
Indulged in self-pity, at his bed
The machine wasn’t bothered
Performed its task, it smothered
And then, in that instant
It bridged my distance
Yet, he was further away
Than he could ever have been
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Author:
Settes (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A very personal poem about my brother
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Comments1
A sad and tragic poem of a relationship. Well written
thanks
Most welcome
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