I cannot describe
how deep
the wound goes.
When I lost my
brother – he was
only seven and
I was only three.
After that
we shared
the same house.
We fought
and shunned
one another.
Neither one aware
of the poison
that forced us apart.
I cannot describe
how deep
the wound goes.
When I lost my
brother – he was
only seven and
I was only three.
After that
we shared
the same house.
We fought
and shunned
one another.
Neither one aware
of the poison
that forced us apart.