this poem is of - loss, living, redemption, release, holding on through tribulations and trials in my 54 years of discovery: I wrote it at the beginnings of our digital age:

some generations would say ‘don’t air your dirty laundry in public’.

i say ‘let the haters hate’.

welcome to the digital age.

 

this poem is of - loss, living, redemption, release, holding on through tribulations and trials in my 54 years of discovery:

I wrote it at the beginnings of our digital age:

 

it is the autumn of the year of the bicentenary. (1988)

i am eighteen and he is twenty one.

I wait until my relatives have left the room.

i’m naive, inexperienced, scared, angry and full of rage.

i have learnt to internalise my feelings.

i hold his hand.

he drifts in and out of conciseness.

i know what i want to say.

“Don’t be bitter”

i hope above hope he understands and hears me.

for these are my last words to him.

it is our little miracle.

he turns his head to me and sighs.

“I am not bitter”.

and drifts back into the darkness of death,

that is not far away.

he is my brother.

Daniel.

Done