Friday, March 22, 2013

Blindsided

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?

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