What is this pain shared
Like the blood in our veins?
It runs as deep,
A price too steep;
Oh, why such heavy chains?
And Why His absence
When He is needed most?
We beat our chests
And shout protests
Toward this “holy” ghost.
Are these what you ask,
Hurting brother of mine?
Are these the things
That your grief brings
Late at night seeking signs?
I know the answer;
You don’t have to reply;
I know too well
This private hell
That we share,
you and I.
(A poem Jordy wrote for his older brother)
