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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required He glances out the window, And watches the sunset, But he doesn’t see the beauty, Nor the warm rays which, Pierces through the glass, Only the anticipation and, Anxiety of a long night, Carefully, he watches, The colors change, First the bright orange, "God I pray this never ends…" Filling with a deep red, "Just a little while longer…" Slowly softening to the, Deceptive pinks and purples, "Please, one more minute…" Fading into the crimson black, Which only night can bring, Reluctantly, he gets ready for sleep, Yet, knows it will never come, He tossed and turns, Half praying, half waiting, Knowing what will happen, In the way only a child can, A light! It peeks through a crack, In the door as a shadow floods the opening, Quickly, the figure slips through the door, And shuts it softly, but not without the, Empty creak which has become so familiar, The shadow climbs in beside him, Touching his trembling leg, whispering, “Hush little brother, it’ll be alright, While I’m here, have no fear, I’ll keep you safe tonight,” He struggles and writhes, Sadly knowing he will never, Break the grip and prays to faint, To loss all consciousness and, Memory of that horrible night, Just for one night without the pain, Just for one night without, The cold empty feeling, Several years pass, too many to count, A single call, one he had never expected, He rushes to the hospital to find, His tormentor for so many years, Lying on a cold, hard bed, Able to move, but only by pushing a button, Able to speak, but only with a whisper, He stays by him for weeks, caring for him, Reading to him, watching over him, Still suffering, still unable to move, He takes his brother home, The day goes on, moving slow as all, The evening comes and he, Watches once more as the sun sets, Carefully watching, Orange to red, Red to purple, and as the purple turns to black, He walks into the room where his brother lies, Slowly, he sits next to him, holding a pillow, Stroking his head whispering, “Hush big brother, it’ll be alright, While I’m here, have no fear, I’ll keep you safe tonight,” The difference between right and wrong, Can be hard to find, But who’s there to see you, When justice is blind?
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