Two Brothers

I learn how fragile life can be in 1988-1989. Better to be kind to your friends and family. World punish them enough already.

Two brothers


 After years of running toward a road.
 I could not find.


I found out why I should of been kinder.
Learn to forgive.


Be a friend instead of a b*****d.
With only his dreams as his goals.


I look at my life with so many victories.


But the gift of love wasn't one of my skills.


I wished too late to listen.
Instead of lecture.


I learn not all people want wealth and power.


Some people are happy with small dreams.
 

They need someone to lean on.


Two young boys of 18 years.
One year apart took their own lives.

They were not equips to handle the fight the world of living.


When they needed the gentleness of a soft heart.
Someone to give them hope.


No-one was there.


They decided death was sweeter then life.

 

Alone and without any notice or words.

 

They kick away a chair.

 

Told the world to f**k off.

Why can't I feel complete?
 

I try to help them.
My hard words were cold and demanding.


I don't visit their graves.
There is nothing left of them.


 I remember two strong boys running together toward a better place.

 
I hope.


I have become more gentle.
I accept mistakes.


I tell friends and family.

 
Please come to my home and everything will be alright.


Like all fools we become sorry when the story ends.



                       COYOTE
                 27 Feb 1989 
 

Author's Note

A old poem. Suicide leave broken heart wishing for better days.
Coyote

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'Two Brothers'
Coyote Poetry,
I appreciate the openness and raw truth of the experience within the words of this poem. So many within this world carry the memory of those loved and known as well as acquaintances which left too soon. Death does not ask permission. We may think we are ready until we are not. It was a sad write but there was a comfort within it at the same time.
Bless you,
Kathy

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you, dear Kathy for reading and the kind words. Most of us learn the hard way. Better to hold silence and listen. I appreciate the comment my friend.

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Yes and thank you for your honest writing. open and raw which is what life can be.

[Ed Hart]

some of us get dragged into the kingdom kicking and screaming...some of us are so fortunate to be salvaged to where we actually have a light that shines, brother

[Ice QueenJen]

So touching to me, you poured your heart into this one. Yes it is sad when someone takes his life, you are left with " If only's" and wish you had done more to help.

great poem and like Sue said " so thought provoking"

[jose]

this poem is great. It shows how much we should be grateful for the people we have who love us and to keep them close. This poem is sad, but it's great. It's one of the best poems I've read. Great write.

[RTB]

two brothers a close bond dark and sad loss that has pain indiscribable those times call for moments of silence good write

[Aleah]

...I dont know what to say. It shows your heart

[Ladysue]

This was so poignant and so thought provoking. You said a lot in this piece. Sometimes these lines are all someone ever needs....and is the heart of your piece...

When they needed the gentleness of a soft heart.
Someone to give them hope.

An excellent write...

[Robin]

Suicide is such a tough topic, you did this as well ( or better ) than any preacher i have listened to in such unfortunate and dark times . you ended this poem well , we all need to wake , be aware and learn the meaning of to care ...

[Amy Bumpas]

To me this says don't be too late saying the things you mean.
This is a compelling story, and so sad, but with a strong
message. Nice write!

[nono]

Very nice. But it would be very hard to choose. Good job! I mean wealth and power? I really wouldn't want either.

[Gandré]

I learn not all people want wealth and power.


Some people are happy with small dreams.-------------those lines are precious. I live this life. And, I don't need anything to lean on since I am 17. I think, possessions make heavy, why would I want them.

World is not about matter.... anyway, it is just neutrons, electrons and protons.


I try to help them.
My hard words were cold and demanding.-------------they didn't care for help. I start to stop to want to help. I wait till I am asked for help.... I think, even it might sound crazy, I don't care, but I believe, the universe takes care for itself, also for us. Soon or later.

Then you say, - you don't visit graves, they are cold - I think the same. The memory is in our hearts, love is not visiting graves, even I have to say, from time to time, I like to visit pretty cemeteries but never I would of any of my relatives, I don't wish such confrontation, but that's personal. I also don't wish a grave.. what for? To make others worry if it looks nice and pay for which service? I find, love is definitely in hearts. Not it memory of fancy graves.

I felt how sad you were when writing this poem. Poetry can be healing; a way to share with others. wonderful write.