Scrap Paper

Poem to my brother who passed away.

The tears on this page
Mean more than you think
Because of how I can blindly speak.
Not able to tell what's joy or sorrow
But answer this question,
Why did you go?
I've always tead what you
Put on that folded scrap paper
But now the battle wounds it faces
Makes the word a blur

Don't leave
Don't go
Because I'll miss you so.
The joy that you gave me
Made all the smiles
And you cannot sit here
And say it was not worth while.

But now here I sit
With my tears making more drips
On the old beloved scrap paper
Only because this pain is to deep
To ever again cure

Just please don't hurt me
This time don't go
If you do,
At least tell me good-bye
Before you should go.