A poetic journey through my mind

One out of Six (trigger warning: sad, murder)

One out of six, you will always be missed,
And the hole that you left never filled.
My brother, my friend, and yet at the end,
They stole you, and murdered, and killed.

To cause so much pain, for so paltry a gain,
How can anyone think that was right?
We’ll never know, with no camera to show,
And the culprits lost in the night.

Your room is a shrine, but also a tomb,
Preserving your spirit within,
Inviolate, closed, but everyone knows,
You’ll never more step out again.

Never more tease, or argue, or please,
Your sarcastic tongue laid to rest,
Along with your smile, and your eyes full of guile,
And your loving heart…that was the best.

We miss you, John. Wait for us, we’ll catch up soon!

3 responses

  1. I can relate and I am so sorry for the loss of your brother. Words are said in sincerity but they do not ease the pain, For there are no words to ease the heart when it has broken into a thousand tiny crystals and the mind has been clouded in fog.

    March 24, 2012 at 9:30 am

  2. What a lovely tribute.

    March 27, 2012 at 6:53 am

  3. A very beautifully sad commemorative poem to your murdered brother! Prayers lifted up for you and yours. Bless you for sharing your love for your brother and the horror of loving him to a gunshot this way.

    March 28, 2012 at 2:48 pm

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