Brother
He dreamed of his triangular body,
the plain colour of beige
he remembered numbers
zero, seven and four
zero for infinity, an endless circle
seven for the number of days the gods gave us
four to form a square
his soul has more to bare
it was subconscience telling his mind,
my body, it’s in pain!
but my dearest brother,
your mind is perfectly sane
you put your past behind you
cast it away into the sea
But why, my healthy one
is your body in pain?
You feel what I feel,
hurt and at times, disdain
I love you
until the end of time
for you, I will always rhyme
