Brother Poem by Tarsha Lamarre

Everyday seems more difficult,
chaos surrounds all of time and space.
I close my eyes
and my mind gets carried away.

The pace that time moves
is quick and painful.
Is life so short and cruel
that nothing is here after,
or is there something more.

Why is there hate,
vengeance,
violence.

Are we so thoughtless
that children are forgotten
and parents abused.

Why is it that the ones we love most,
hurt us more than any.
The good and misunderstood
leave the wicked world first.

I know that parts
of your physical being
live on in others,

but where does your spirit move.
Does it surround us
or move on
to something better?