This is my own favorite poem from my just published collection "Tree Falling in Forest"
Traitor
I'm sorry brother for this bloody blade
Leaving you unable for a question
It is one tree from which we both are made
But branches grew in opposite directions
I know that feeling when the sharpest cutter
Gets to the vessel of what you love in life
And cuts it softly softly like a butter
Touched by rage and fire heated knife
You must accept I know that it's uneasy
But it would blow just anybody's mind
The chance that life has offered me so cheesy
To better off by only being blind
And I must take it for it seldom happens
When in your eyes the satisfaction screams
To become from sailor to the captain
Or to swim up from the whey to very cream
There is a price I'm paying for this glory
I'm sometimes losing all my sleep in bed
That's why I want to come and say I'm sorry
To silence all these voices in my head
Now that we have this embarrassing collision
And you must take from me this deadly slam
You probably would make the same decision
But you are not as gifted as I am
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Feel free to reply to any comment by clicking the "Reply" button.Egotistical selfish bastard. Bet your brother's glad that he grew in the opposite direction.
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