Seth Proch

Rookie (July 2,1986 - not yet / Bennington, VT)

Destiny, Or The Prisoner - Poem by Seth Proch

My brother born inside a cage,
You'll die inside that place,
My brother for a summer,
The world was never yours to have,
You always knew just how to laugh,
But the air was never yours to breathe,
Distant brother, killer born,
Your life was never yours to live,
Your child was never yours to raise,
His life was never yours to take,
Once upon a distant summer,
Once you were my only brother,
Back when nothing really mattered,
Your life was always bruised and battered,
Reality completely shattered,
But it was never yours to break.

Comments about Destiny, Or The Prisoner by Seth Proch

  • Rookie Goldy Locks (4/16/2007 8:11:00 AM)

    fantastic ending. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 16, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 15, 2011

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