I wrote this poem remembering how I treated my brother.

 

I can remember

 

The look on his face when searing

words passed through my lips hurting

him simply for not knowing where we

were going.

 

If only I’d have known that the Grim

Reaper was stalking him, I never would

have let those awful words I could never

retrieve pass through my lips

 

I can hardly believe I was like that and

remember measures I’d taken to belittle

people close to me and to some I didn’t

even know.

 

Pitiless and callous I didn’t care who I

Verbally abused, but I’ve changed now,

and cringe when I meet someone who

reminds me of when I was like them.