Silent Therapy

I now write

Poems to ease the pain

All day and All night

My thoughts become more tame


I've wished death 

Upon my own brother

To take his last breath

For stealing my mother


That isn't the only reason

No, thats just the start of my strife

For last spring season

He threatened my life, with a knife


Now I sit in the same room as he

Mother pretending like everything is fine

Trying to stay calm as he smiles at me

And I write down this true rhyme


This poem is about: 
My family


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