I Thought Us Close
/We don't really know one another. This poem is for my brother, Josh, who lost his battle with depression and killed himself.
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I thought us close
but couldn’t see
how dim your world,
how empty.
Dark glasses hid
the anguish in your eyes.
Melancholy dragged you
under hopelessness.
You didn’t fight,
you sank into the slime.
The carpet doesn’t muffle
your lamenting
that slips between the
floorboard seams at night.
You weren’t my brother,
you were some sad stranger.
You were a shadow
fleeing from the bright.
By Nolcha Fox
From: United States
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