BROTHER

I have hurt, I have lost this is familiar, Safe yet cold and lonely. I try so impotently to defend my actions, though they are warranted they fall on deaf concoius. Why does the guilt engulf me like a tidal wave it consumes my soul. I die inside my strength is consumed, totally evaporated forgiveness is out of reach, only thing returning to me is distain and anger. Without merit I brace and take the hits feels like a game of russian roulette forced upon me by a cruel dictator. I leave as I came not in control fragile, alone, and terrified