A Poem Titled "Gone" By my younger brother, Joharie. This is his inner feelings behind his impenetrable surface.
Seem composed on the surface,
But for the stain on the face.
Tears have been shed,
Discreetly this heart bled.
Numbness initially felt,
Slowly the grief set.
This can't be true,
Last sunday I just met you.
Smiling and cracking jokes,
Mingling with all the folks.
No more loud laughter,
This place is quieter.
Seeing my aunt cry,
It is really no lie.
As if pricked by a thorn,
I finally accept that he is gone.
jo
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