My Lost Brother

Brother what do you seek that has you so confused, looking for comfort in all the ills of this world.  Losing your soul and priorities only too think you’ll find them in that bottle or vial.  The bottle and vial that has become your master for so long, oh what is it my lost brother.

Brother is it the insecurity of your mind or self worth that has you chasing and craving for that ten minute high, only to be confronted with those same metal bars that have you playing the field or house nigga again and again like the hamster on that endless wheel.

My lost brother.

Could it also be that you’re too damn lazy to just put an effort into yourself, or you’re that damn scared of success, that you jeopardize all that you have gained.  In and out of Institutions since you were a teen, will you ever end this cycle?

My lost brother.

I have no clue how to help or at this point want to help without being dragged into that cloak of evilness that surrounds you my poor lost brother. 

To think coming from the same womb, only to be separated by mere circumstance, such a Shakespearean tragedy.

My lost brother.

I do not bid you a farewell, but a hello when we meet on the right path extending our arms in gratitude that finally we are not LOST; MY FOUND BROTHER.

By

Michael A. Bostick