Sorrow,
Remembering a tall man,
Dark blonde hair,
My older brother.

Wishing,
Hoping,
That this time,
This punishment,
Will aid him,
To get off the drugs,
Help him,
Stay off the drugs.
Forever.

Feeling as if,
He turned his back,
On me.
Feeling as if,
I am in a dark tunnel,
Without my older brother.

Waiting for a change,
The man with dark blonde hair,
To be fed up,
In and out of prison.

Hoping,
When he gets out,
I will be able to see him,
When I want,
How I want,
Unshackled,
Free from what binds,
The young man,
Unable to walk,
Or even move his hands.

My sorrow is hoping,
My families experience,
Inspires young people,
Never do drugs.

Our pain,
Can happen to you,
If you make this choice,
Don't let the pressure force you,
Decide,
A horrible decisions,
Or an admirable one.