He has lived so much of his life on memory lane
Few memories that he can share and those
don’t pass the test of time
My sympathy is not shared with him
Sometimes that sympathy is, admittedly, a
little brittle
It’s about a life void of living
If that’s too unfair, life afraid of living
Living in the shadows, hoarding dumpster finds,
Spoons with with black and burnt bottoms
Life’s great potential never fully realized
Refusing help
Such a brilliant mind and the funniest person
I’ve ever known
My sadness for him is painful and deep
It’s also very complicated as I struggle with
Feelings of disgust and fear of him
Of my siblings, I am most like him, minus the
brilliance and sense of humor!
I have a vested interest in my brothers happiness
Because a part of my own happiness is
Rooted in his
