Nightmare Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Black twisted rope whip neck
The dream nightmare
I walk into the room
My brother there in the shadows
My sweet twin brother
Excruciating eyes
Voice of horrid tension
He always called me Joey
He says, ”Joey, I’m in pain”
He died in home hospice
Slow esophageal cancer
I look at him in the shadows
He opens his shirt all the way
His neck of twisted black leather
Tears pour and I wake up in grief
Death is a nightmare