Hh – Week 9 Poetry

This is a poem I haven’t finished yet, but I love it and will give an update when I finish it!

I Heard Sirens

I heard sirens

They wailed a song which could put my brothers in captivity and end them there

And here I stand adhered to the sweetest song I hear but I do not hold much fear

Because I am not there…

But I am out there…

I am the street lights and the pavement

Every crack and crevice in places

You couldn’t imagine and I wonder

How do I keep from going under?

How do I not feel for my brother as if I am there with him?

If we had been laid the same path

My life could have ended in an instant

But since we both started out as infants

Our innocence holds no difference

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