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the prodigal brother (my loss)

by FireEyes


i was the aaron to your moses,

what is disappointing is knowing how their story ends.
we were different fates on the same
paper fortune teller, and i wish
i knew what your side said.

grief like a thick sludge pours down my neck
and clogs my airway so i cannot breathe.
every time i hear your name: pain.
what happened?

death has not pulled out its scythe,
but i have lost you to the waves of time.
we're both doing our best
to keep our heads above water.
i guess, though, time means nothing
when you have memories,
right?

i never loved you the way the story books
would twist it, but the space for you
in my heart has yet to callus over.
my baby brother, i never got the chance
to see us grow up in tandem.
as you surpassed me in height, i looked up at you
with pride, even if it made me mad.
(i'll forever be a month older.)

and that one month without you before i could
remember what it was like,
was replaced with moments together
that are blurry.
they were hand crafted like a painting,
but obscured in the varnish that was supposed to
protect it.

one month without you turned into two.
one bitter month,
two bitter months
three agonizing years.

each time i make a new friend, i'll never forget
who it was that gave me the ability to do so
in the first place.
you were more than a best friend,
you were a built in brother.

little brother, where are you?

come back

please


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Fri Apr 14, 2023 9:41 pm
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KaiaJersaga wrote a review...



This is far more than a poem. Generally, no rhythm and no rhyme bother me. But, here, it flows so nicely without them. There is no need for capitalization; the mind doesn't speak in sentences.

This very accurately describes grief upon losing someone you really care about. The internal rhyme "pain" and "name" is so perfect! I know the exact feeling. The repetition of the one month turning into two etc. really hits the point home. The years pass, but the pain doesn't.

The last lines were chillers. "little brother, where are you? come back please" How meaningful these words are!

Overall, the words in these poem really make an impact. I can feel your emptiness inside as I read, and I know what you are feeling. And I sympathize, though I do not even know this person you speak of.

Fantastic job. Keep writing!

-Kaia




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hi @FireEyes

This is so much in such a short time. You did a great job here, I must say. I love you title also: It's says a lot already before I even read the story.

I do wonder, you wrote (my loss) is this based on real-life stories?

I love the way the layers overlap so beautifully, it's like a zipper. One by one, they overlap each other, like the waves of the sea, like the sun and the rain and like two brothers. <3

"as you surpassed me in height, i looked up at you
with pride, even if it made me mad.
(i'll forever be a month older.)"

This part is my absolute favorite, because I can relate to it. It's fantastic how you managed to make that fir right in there.

"each time i make a new friend, i'll never forget
who it was that gave me the ability to do so
in the first place.
you were more than a best friend,
you were a built in brother.

little brother, where are you?

come back

please"

This last piece, is the perfect ending. It's just so right. The question "little brother, where are you?" gives me chills and makes me want to cry. I am very happy you wrote this.

You have a very amazing writing style and your poem is easy-readable and keeps readers such as me engaged. I loved it! You seem to use the right words everywhere on the right time.

It's so diligently written with yet such a powerful kick. Even though this poem was sad, I liked it very much. There are no words in the world that can describe how deep your poem cuts into me.

You did an amazing job, FireEyes. Keep up the great work!

Amazingly yours,
Rinisha





Who overcomes by force, hath overcome but half his foe.
— John Milton (Poet)