Walking alone with the empty shadow
of you- clinging like the brother.
Of blood, sliced hands clasp-
as a twist of life's fate,
seeps
silent
visiting hours last call
down the white hall
lies
My brother, of years gone by
aging a month an hour.
Waiting, the flowers
last call
clinging like the shadow.
over
my Brother
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option#1 This dreaded disease has left many dark shadows on our world, God bless you Al and Butchie
AIDs is not a gay disease
In compassion lies truth
Written June 15th, 2005
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As per your authors comments,no it sure isn't anymore.Babies are dieing from it.Sad people look at it as something effecting only gays. Or shared needle drug abusers. Not the case. Not as much research money gets spent on it as it should.And it's more widespread then most know.Heart wrenching and beautiful tribute piece you've penned in this.~~~Suseann
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This is sad with a spiritual quality to it. -
awesome. what else can i say but i loved it!
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lies is a metaphor for how society is lying to itself
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awesome poem....very different...i loved it...you are amazing....keep up the amazing work
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Beautifully done, Scribe...concise & powerful, indeed...a haunting portrayal...Good luck in the contest, my Friend...
Wanda
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excellent
Beautifully written. Sadly this disease has entered the lives of many innocent and many newly born.
a very powerful poem.
John -
Oh I hear you and this hits close to home, I have two straight friend fighting this battle myself. Damn disease.
Red -
This is good, I've written something on this line, not about aids but about death.
Just one thing I've noticed L9 (lies), I believe should read lay, my brother. Of course I could be wrong, you should research it.
I too have a difficult time with that word.
Other wise I think this is a great piece.
~Dee
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