The family Tree

Dark are her roots, Deep buried pain. The family tree, blooms insane. Her brothers passing, one leaf fell. Left blackened blossoms of a personal hell. Tortured was his soul at night. He took the pills to stop the fight. An accident, they say could be, but this is not a thought for me. He wrestled demons from deep inside, till monsters surfaced and would not hide. His leaves held on for 46 years. His blossoms at times were bright. Holding back acidic tears, but then gave up the fight. She too blossoms from this haunted tree. She too fights the demons. She too holds back the tears. She knows what he was feeling. Dark are her roots, soon rain will fall, and nourish this tree, once and for all.