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Us, Brothers

Contributed by keysersoze1990 on Saturday, 18th January 2014 @ 10:34:56 PM in AEST
Topic: FamilyPoems



His inspiration is wrong,
But who am I in this song?
I'm the disenchanting verse,
His daughter rides the hearse.

I want him to know,
He’s got more here to show,
If he can’t see hear the sound,
We’re both lost, none found.

He’s more than just him,
Upon his family, he sins.
I think for more than just me,
I've struggled without word for years.

Sadness always creeps in,
My resolution is wearing thin,
But he doesn't know,
The pain I too refuse to show.

Ambition's the past,
Once at first, now we’re last.
We sing along but we know,
We've got little to show.

She will look for more,
And though her face you adore.
You'll never be content,
Because she wasn't meant.

That sadness again,
Your life is now, and not then.
It's got more pieces and bits,
Than a shallow life permits.

His struggle so obvious,
Our parents oblivious.
We both have the gene,
But who brought the noose to this scene?




Copyright © keysersoze1990 ... [ 2014-01-18 22:34:56]
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Re: Us, Brothers (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Saturday, 18th January 2014 @ 11:42:18 PM AEST
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My favorite line (and it's hard to choose!) is "It's got more pieces and bits than a shallow life permits"..Lots of relating in those words. We all have leftovers in our lives that will never be finished. Maybe that's what poetry is for..like dreams…to bring closure to the unfinished.
You've said it so well, as an outsider looking in..given me a window to watch with you.
Very well choreographed! Thank you!
softerware




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