Poetry About Brothers: Go Away
Knock. Knock. Knock.
He's knocking on the door again
I feel so bad for ignoring it
But mom said don't let him in
The knocks are getting harder
God tell me this isn't real
If I let him in again
Who knows what he'll steal
I lost more than enough.
Because of his addictions
God take him home
Give him this last benediction
Mom can know peace
And I don't have to dread the knocks on the door
I don't have to know my brothers sleeping on the streets
Please God I can't take it no more
Go away
Just go away and don't come back again
You're supposed to be the brother I'm supposed to look up to
Not some strung out druggie trying to meet your end
