In I walk,
To you lying there,
Half open eyes,
Short brown hair
Flip you around,
See that blank stare
Lips to the sky, I push on your chest
You know big brother, I’m trying my best
Each press spews out fluid, all over my shirt
I don’t even notice, can’t see through the hurt
This silence is deafening
Can’t believe this is happening
I’m holding you dying
Pushing and pushing, I’m trying, I’m trying
My lips to yours, the fluids go in my mouth
I’ll always wonder why this all went south
I spit and I spit, but the taste never leaves
But I know big brother, your hand will always be at my sleeve

Rob Leatherman Sr.

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....In The Making....

Last updated February 15, 2012