Your Poetry Dot Com - From The Eyes Of My Brother

There comes a point,
When you stop and look around,
Seeing the truth and lies,
Realizing you already in the ground.

I was once there,
Life being flushed down the drain,
Not caring about anything,
Or that I coused any pain.

I was sent away,
Really only family cared,
Brandon came to visit everyweek,
He's the only one who dared.

Its hard going through this,
Its actually very tough,
Only a few can comprehend,
That it can get a lil rough.

If you are one that lives,
A care free lifestyle,
To get back on track,
You'll have to go that extra mile.

This is from the,
Eyes of my little brother,
We have different dads,
But the same mother.

This is what I hope,
Is going through his mind,
And when he gets out,
He will no longer be blind.

He will see the truth,
And correct his stupid ways,
To make sure in the future,
He dosent spend any prison days.
"LOVE YA BRO."

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