Starboy
He was a cousin that was more of a brother
Always so grown as if he knew better
So broken his focus always in the stars
Dealing with his demons running with cars
I helped raise and teach him the way
Yet he never contemplated what i'd say
Eternally our starboy having your eyes in the stars.
Caught awake seeking a reason for his scars.
Always with his head in the clouds with a spoken mind.
Spoke his truth regardless of consequences never confined.
Hurting, working, searching for a reason too coexist.
Screaming inside fighting with his demons that just persist.
We were bonded on a level only we shared expressing our philosophy.
Degenerates we was as if just returning too feel atrophy.
Intellectual minds exploding against each others thought process.
Complex intricacies of two enigmas he always had to impress.
He was a part of me and my life his existence in life was authenticity.
I feel these intrusive thoughts of the soul just lost to complicity.
These demons taunt me speaking that it's my fault my shortcoming.
Oh how I miss when we would debate relate in the moment how unbecoming.
Everything I smell, hear, or see reminds me of memories perceived.
Tears stream my cheeks my tears shatter feeling such pain conceived.
Lost too these thoughts just our memories an moments reminiscent.
From a time when our fire was fierce and words were persistent.
R.I.P. Little Brother.
Copyright © Patrick Nonnemacher | Year Posted 2020
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