write poetry

march is long and winding and it runs through my head. my days are like miles on the open road. i have no map, no path to get there. i walk into your room and see you glow. the pain you have will never ease. tomorrow is your day to open wide, to allow God to manifest himself inside. tomorrow is your day to allow peace to rule, and let your heart begin to fuel the tank within your soul, the only one. tomorrow is the day I hope God does not call you home.

morning bids you a hello and the night calls your name, you wonder which way to turn, which way is to blame for the sadness in your heart, for the boldness of your pain, but you continue on through it all, weight of life flowing in your veins. you watched him do it, you saw the blood, you screamed inside the tiny walls of brick crumbling where your heart once stood. he sat there dying, lying upon the dew. his pipe in one hand, the blood of youth. my brother is gone, the one i ever knew. he has slivered his life and faded into blue. my heart is gone, crying into the moon. the earth has fallen and the flowers cried. where is he now that he has died? my brother is gone, never again the same. my heart cries out from the pain. addiction is bonding to you alone, daniel come out and please come home. i sit here wondering when they will come, those people in clothes who tell me you are gone. never did you realize all i wanted. never did you know i longed for a brother. never did you see what you were to me.