Brother Death Poem

Traumatic Loss Of Brother To Suicide

My brother committed suicide in 2008, and I started to write a short poem about him. I was only 15, and now I am 25. I stopped writing because I lost myself when he died. Recently, I started writing again when I found the journal that I kept and saw I had started this. It has taken me almost 10 years to finish this.

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Whisper To Find


Published by Family Friend Poems November 2017 with permission of the Author.

I hear your voice in the dead, dark night.
I look around, but no one's in sight.
Through the storms, the rain, the wind I fight,
But all you are is my whisper to find.

I see your face when I close my eyes,
A burning image I cannot hide.
Then it cuts through me like two sharp knives
That all you are is my whisper to find.

Your voice used to be all I could hear.
Now it's slowly fading away.
Your shadow used to be so near,
Now it's slowly slipping away.

I close my eyes, but your face is gone.
You're not there in my mind.
I try to search for your voice,
But you're no longer my whisper to find


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