This is a poem I wrote while I was going through some difficult times. I am asking my brother, who passed away, to be my guide.
Please take my hand
And walk with me.
Guide me through this life with ease.
Let me live my life for you
As you help me know what to do.
In this place I call home
This crule, crule world where no one belongs.
Where hatred fills many hearts
And laughter is no longer about.
But when the scarce sound of laughing can be heard
The face of the Devil surrounds us once more.
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