Best Sadbrother Poems


The Emptiness Inside

Gone he is, this brother of mine 

    Left is an empty hole

  Visions remain of his misery

 As death came to claim his soul


 Weak and frail was this hand I held

    And his breath dark as night

 I knew too well the end was coming

    But, could not leave the sight

    Stay I did , and watch the last

       Breath, echo the end

  The visions remain and torment me

   The loss of my brother, my friend

  There’s an empty space inside of me

    That ‘s hollow and can’t be filled
   
   A vacancy that no-one can see

       A  part of me was killed

  Dear, dear brother I miss you so

    You are always on my mind

 People will come and people will go

But,  you my dear were one of a Kind !

Remember the Children

The little girl lays sleeping
In a pillow of shallow tears
Her night was filled with sorrow
And her deepest darkest fears

She awakens to an empty room 
For her brother can not be found
She quietly says another prayer
As she  lays her head back down

For her brother has leukemia
And he's fighting for his life
The pain she feels is staggering
And it cuts her like a knife

"There's not much hope" the doctor says
"And we're doing all we can"
But her little brother, dying young
Was something, she can't understand

It's 3 am and the phone starts to ring
"Oh no!" she says, "I hope everythings okay"
It was the doctor, bearing bad news
For her brother had passed away

So remember the little children
And their families, when you pray
That one day soon, we'll find a cure
And no one has to die this way
© Larry Belt  Create an image from this poem.

The Picture

She drew a picture of a zipper going down

my mom and I stared at the picture on the refrigerator 
with a frown. 

We analyzed the picture as if we were psychologists 
and tried to unearth the real meaning 

What could a zipper going down symbolize
I glanced back and forward at her and it

A dark thought crept into our heads
What if she was being touched
and this was her way of crying out for help 

I stared into her eyes with new found fear
could my brother be touching this child?
Every since I could remember I had been 
calling her my niece but in reality
we weren't connected by blood

My brother had taken her dead beat dads place
and entered himself as her daddy in this race 
it was the honorable thing to do 
and because he was being so damn charitable 
we never let that dark thought come 
about again. 

It was a couple of years later when 
the picture finally came to life
and the girl finally ended her silence
I've never been so embarrassed 
our first inclination was right
and now she is forever ruined 
by a supposed father figure and 
my older brother. 

Now he is locked away.
Him and his sins behind bars.
I will never forgive what he has done.
My only regret is that I didn't realize 
this sooner. That day. That fear I felt.
The picture.


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