To my eldest brother,killed in a car crash aged 19 on his way home from uni to celebrate my father's birthday. We never celebrated it again till he was 70!


Bobby


It's a fathomless well
Of sadness,
Every time I think of you.
Oh brother,
You wrecked my brain,
Poor, bloody mess
Slung over the motorway,
One icy morn.

You became
An angel,
I became
A ghost.
Since you stopped living,
I no longer exsisted.
Ever your shadow,
Ever your pain.




Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2005-10-08 at 19:30

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Celtic boy
Your poem touched me so much.

"You became
An angel,
I became
A ghost".

I feel these words are from my own heart.
2005-12-28


Commentally Ill
sad that the father wouldn't celebrate his birthday, must've somehow felt responsible. life is hard and ugly like that...

thank god for pot? ;)

ok, not funny. sorry. :)
2005-10-09



Yes, this is one of the great tragedies that wound your heart for the rest of our life. Especially when it is so young a person who has been taken from us. You express your sorrow in a beautiful way.
2005-10-09