Dear brother.
Dear brother,The wires of my mind asphyxiate
the knowledge that was meant
to be taught from me to you.
The pain I brought upon myself
obscured both logic and promise.
Now you have aged - and wisdom
seems a good friend now - inevitably
you'll live what I couldn't lecture.
I never left you behind,
But I did go and open a new chapter.
I may give you objects of affection,
but the true sad sorry comes
from none other than my own
journey - when I have finally
forgiven myself. Only then will
sorry be able to swim into the disheveled
waters of our past.
Words by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2011-02-24 at 20:02
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