Friday, October 23, 2009

The Brother.

The Brother

Young brother,
Though you loathe
Routine and great control
You must break this hold
Of anger on your soul

Your life
Will outlast mine
In the flurry of our time
So treasure all that's thine
Or else I shall resign

To feeling that my life
Was just a failed design.

Written 10.23.09 @ 11:15 PM

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