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I really am so very tired little brother.

By VJHDPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
Image credit to @writersaroundtheworld

I waited and lasted and even stopped crying.

I feel the tears prick the back of my sight when I think too much.

But I push them away now cause it’s exhausting being this sad.

It’s been 9 years, is it time to come back yet?

Are you an angel with wings watching over all of us?

Perhaps you are sleeping with a halo over head?

Is it time yet to tell me why you left so early in the piece?

Did it hurt when you fell, did you feel the time go by?

I missed it when you left, wrapped up in my own world-

Maybe I’m so busy that I missed your coming back?

Can you tell me what it’s like, being so far up the chain-

Do you know all the answers now, cause I think that may just bore you.

Is it time to come home yet, tell your sister what it was like?

I really am so very tired little brother.

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VJHD

The subsistence of our lives will live on in our words, forever encapsulating our feelings.

Words are the centre point of our existence. If we never write anything down, did we ever really exist at all?

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