Based on the last conversation I had with my older brother, in hospital, late night. He died the next day.


CONVERSATION

Am I bleeding?
You once asked
But no, you never did.
Am I dying?
I heard you cry
Yes, aren't we all?
I said
And when you slept
I cried your tears
And stole your grief.
But when you woke
And asked 'are we dying now?'
Just a little bit
I said.




Poetry by Laz Clements
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Written on 2014-08-20 at 13:33

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Again, amazingly well written.
2014-08-21


BM Barde
Extremely this is a poem to fall in love with, i love every sense you penned in it, enjoyed your CONVERSE.
2014-08-20