Brother Night

I send my prayers aloft, that's about all I can do, no matter what I did, I couldn't have saved you. I was the innocent child, confused by your disdain, I never knew the boundaries of your deep emotional pain. In my eyes you had it all, our mother's looks, our father's brains, but now I know how sharp the edge between genius and insane. Now you're gone, I feel your love that I longed for as a child. Too late, too late, alone again, abandoned and exiled. So let me just say thanks again, for that final poison arrow, the anguish is a part of me, embedded in my marrow. (Remembering my brother, who took his own life last May, on his Jan 2nd birthday.)