The Burden Of Brotherhood. Poem by Alex Angelov

woke up the other day
my shirt was gone
my jeans were missing
couldn't find my old Converse too.
my hairbrush has been used
The mirror in the bath was shattered
...and there was blood on the floor
leading to the front door

so I walked out my flat
following tiny drops of blood
that led me to my blood.
a younger version of me
dressed in my shirt
and jeans
and shoes
this me was sitting in a corner
crying
he saw me and cried out:
I WANNA BE YOU!

and I realized

I'm a failure of a brother.