A thud, a crash – I am thrown on my side.
I turn over to see where he is, as I am his guide.
Soon I hear screams and believe the outcome is grim.
My brother is lying there blood filling his mouth to the brim.
Adrenaline coursing through my veins, I try to rush to his aid
I immediately fall back down clutching my leg, seeing him about to fade.
Finally I arise and take off my shirt
Putting pressure on his ear where he is hurt.
Blood filling his mouth while he is struggling to reply
Sitting over him I begin to cry.
I scream his name while fighting to hold back my tears
Is this the end for him, after fifteen years?