My brother

No medley tonight;

the jukebox is broken.

Let the Devil take my soul;

I do not want it.

The sparklers are dead;

the fireworks muted.

Even the lemons tastes

bitter than ever.

And as I wait

for the turn of my brother,

brain ravaged by dementia,

I wonder nothing:

I know even less.

Emptiness is just a word.

Bring on the new dawn;

I won’t care to see it.

I don’t care to see it.

But see it I will.


© 2017 L. Tafa



Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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