O’ Brother
by Jonas Hyde

“O’ brother where art thou?”
a line of mirth true,
tho’ my pain is known by so few.
Can you hear me now?
Its been fore’er and a night more since I have talked with you.

Are you with me?
They say you are,
yet you feel so far,
lost memories I nearly can no longer see,
the wound of your death leaving this deepest scar.

When you were here we cried together,
but now I simply cry on my own,
surviving the added pain I am glad you had ne’er known,
for while you walk through the nether,
I walk this world alone.

To share your fate,
to steal your end,
my soul I would spend,
so my pain would abate
and my wounds mend.

For you once wrote of time,
and how it cures all,
yet it has not tamed the tempest of my torment’s squall.
And since to join you would be sin’s crime,
I must suffer for the long haul.

Since you have been gone,
I have tried to live as you would want,
tho’ fumbling through life as if an idiot savant.
And tho’ I try to welcome each new dawn,
in my nights your vestige still haunts.

So I call to you on this eve,
come visit me once more.
So we can speak of times of yore.
Because to this day for you I still grieve,
as you o’ brother I shall foe’er adore.