Siblings Day

Twenty three years of age You stopped your life Amidst turbulent, temporary rage
Gun in hand to head Unplugged your strife Was it something I did, something I said
Tumultuous pain Gale wind forces In that momentary moment, you were insane
You left me brother No more courses Hopes on the ground, devastated our mother
That day and tomorrow I miss your breath Fight or flee, I still can’t bare the sorrow
Who knows, who knew Near fifty years since? Each day so far, I still love you.
Words and Art PatsyP.
