Seth Proch

Destiny, Or The Prisoner

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.

Poem Submitted: Monday, April 16, 2007
Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 15, 2011

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

    fantastic ending.

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