The road stands long before me. I strain to see through setting sun the length to which I must, the pain to where my memory runs.
Cold, the anger bites my heels, clings in dust that sparks with gold. Irons clamped around each step draw blood from ghosts my spirit holds.
I stood to give you vision. I spoke that you might see.
I braved the threat of repercussion which sacrificed your part of me.
The distance casts a silhouette, gaunt and black, sure suffered thin. It stands in crooked posture, paused, disposing hints of wicked grins.
Its tilted hat hides scars of lies spilt from pain set loose. Around its neck of sinew hangs a necktie stretched, a dead man’s noose.
I kept my word to wait for you, to wait to see you rise.
I held my silenced anguish close. I kept my hope behind these eyes.
The stench of flesh decayed and dried whispers through the breathless still, to silence hounds whose snapping teeth tear at my fading will.
Tis death and hell before me. Tis hell and death behind. Yet still I pray the truth may play the queen of hearts and trump death blind.
I cast a soulful hope for you. I prayed you’d find your truth.
I gave all freedom to the pain you pierced into my youth.
Weary coursers bend the sky in streams of black on ochre stains. No step, profound in trying, draws my hopes to free or find this pain.
The road stands long before me. I pray to feel the cool dusk drawn in lengthened shadows calming blush, with you at peace, me waiting dawn.
jaybluepoems 
Wow! Deep. The rhythm and rhyme was on point, the imagery keen and your choice of words pleasant. I gather you lost a brother to some extent at some point in time and that must be a heavy burden to carry. One that surely the power of the written word has helped to abate, but still it can seem like never enough at times, can’t it? Nice write. Look forward to reading more.
Thank Sean. It’s s long story, of course.
I truly appreciate your reading and your comment. Thank you.