A Big Something
I feel like I want to write,
Otherwise I can feel nothing.
My emotions cancel each other out.
I realize that this is a big something.
Thick flat black paint covers my skin.
A tearful search, I need an answer.
I wish for a true answering machine.
Why does my brother have cancer?
He lies on the couch and stares
As if his thought is about nothing.
Imagine the fight he must make
To defend against this big something.
Indirectly begging for sympathy
Through encrypted words of longing hope.
Trapped in the sucking mire of death.
Can some medicine throw him a rope?
No rope exists without hindering knots.
Has he accepted all or nothing?
Time switches sides like flighty tides
Knocking around this big something.
I wish I could hold his grasping fingers
And pull him through to the healthy room
Where people lead their normal lives
And pick flowers that will surely bloom.
I’m sick of writing these words.
I’m tired of feeling nothing.
No more kissing negativity.
He will kill this big something!