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no caring words have passed between your lips dear Brother they're stitched through with black thread you've become the dead as silent as the grave the past the truth are all lost too your words explode like cannons in my head we're un-alike you said so we must consider this a divorce you said I may have been your sister once but what's between us has run its course he's alive he lives his life not thinking one jot of me he lives ever so carefully high up on a hill his perch looks down on everyone and everything his phone's been changed his media's blocked his mailman knows my name any evidence of me has been removed from plain sight it's always been this way at night in a dim and darker past at night sometimes when I dare dream he materializes from the mist I try to cry out my words not words but a silent angry scream his arm thrust up in the sky sometimes he carries a bow sometimes he aims arrows at me barely missing high or low did we ever know each other did we slide down a wintry hill did I make sure you had enough to eat did I stick up for you and take your blows so you could rest and sleep didn't I defend your name didn't I dodge your Bo-bo jabs didn't I hear your pain each time you were pummeld by Dad no more open lines nor an open range you set up all your posts for high fences this was your decision not really mine I've decided not to get caught this time in your barbed wire-- I wonder, what would our Mother say? legal copyright for this poem 12:07 PM PST and also for this poet Melissa A. Howells and also for this legally copyrighted site title Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World Vote for this poem |
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