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Where Did my Brother go?

A Song A Poem A Life *poof*

Does anyone know where’d my brother go? (He was layin’ on the ground)

He was here a minute ago- now he can’t be found?

I saw the fire and ambulance-who called the sheriff here?

My brother was dying on the ground-I saw him ,oh! so clear!

Did you see his young ‘un? Did you see his wife?

I saw my brother lying there, I tried to save his life.

What did that gansta do? Where did that dealer go?

I saw my brother die right here- that’s his blood in the snow…

Was it drugs, was it girls, was in gambling?

was it the madness the devil brings when he comes to town?

Was it Gang Bangers, was it those thugs playing their dirty games?

He was my brother, my best friend- it will never be the same.

By Susan T. Martin

I am an Artist, Poet and Author. A Survivor of Violent Sexual Abuse and Rape, I have lived thru Severe Domestic Violence, Twenty Three years of Addiction and Alcoholism, Family Dysfunction, Chronic Pain, Dependence on Opioids, and 2 Venomous Snake Bites...I have Been Stabbed, Shot at, Tied to a Tree and Choked Unconscious. A Quarter Horse Rolled on Me, as did a Lawn Tractor. I also Wrecked a Harley into a Tree! I also have PTSD and Rapid Cycling Bipolar Disorder, and spent my 18th birthday in a Locked Psychiatric Ward. I am so much more than this: I feel like a tiny seed that sprouted in a desert, and now has grown into a Passion Vine. My Art is my Voice, Screaming, Crying, Praying, Loving, Laughing, Healing- all in Riotous Color...