POETRY
A Letter To My Brother
Free Verse poem (from my Letter Series)
I wonder if the words you tossed at me
when suicide had its grip upon my soul
muddled around in your mind
as you sat there, shotgun in hand —
Just don’t do it here
I don’t want to clean up that mess
I would have gone quietly
from too many pills and vodka —
a deadly cocktail before endless sleep
But not you, with your fiery personality
no, you had to go out with a bang!
You didn’t even think of your children
or the matter a shotgun blast would leave
Once I would have envied you —
How brave to make it to the end goal!
A place I am now thankful I never reached
It’s been a year since you pulled that trigger
How I wish you had heeded your advice to me
Not here — no one wants to clean that up
Instead, I’d prefer you to still be here
You — the beautiful mess I held so dear
