By: Steven Underwood
A Poem on betrayal and endings.
I loved my brother more than me
And with this love he stole from me;
I loved my mother more than god
And she owned my life with a broken rod;
I chose my love with catered rose
But lost my love in bitter throws;
Heart so pure once filled with error
I fixed the crack with twisted terror.
I hated my brother more than I
And blackened my heart with anger’s dye;
I resented my mama with acid ire
And chose only dark desire.
I buried my lovely with withered rose
And forgot her love beneath my toes;
Heart so black filled with pain
For a new world I wish to gain.