Walking down Sunset Boulievard
With no shoes and my white beater one.
I saw a figure shaded gray,
Closing my eyes wishing it to go away.
But its foot steps grew near.
Drawing closer I filled up with fear.
Telling myself this but a dream
A nightmare I'm not ment to see.
The every growing sound of footsteps did take
Hitting the ground I begain to shake.
A million demons I would face,
But not the one seeming to make haste.
Alas, the sound did silence.
The ground around me did not grown.
The footsteps I heard where not my own,
And they had stopped.
I opened my eyes slowly to find,
Feet on the ground, Directly infront of mine.
Frozen solid I couldnt move.
My eyes took flight and slowly asended.
From the toes on up.
Soon I met his face.
I sorrow full look I couldnt take
So quickly, I looked away.
Looking back I couldnt find,
The figure, Nor his jaded eyes.
A photo on the ground was all to see,
As I knelt down and brought it close to see.
Family it must have been,
Big brother and baby sister before the end.
Focusing harder I did find,
The child was me and the brother I left behind.
A tear did fall but only one,
As I gazed upon the face of a forgotten one.
To everyone else it seemed, but not to me.
I fell to the ground and turned the photo to see,
A note on the back written only for me.
"Don't give up, Just try again and
Soon you'll find the life,
You never got to live.
Love... Your big brother.
P.S. I'm always with you."
I began to cry as I couldnt believe,
The figure I saw did come for me.
To leave me this note so I could go,
And fight for a life to live all my own.
My big brother or not, I do not know.
Gone and maybe lost his soul my be,
But never forgotten.
Atleast not by me.
