My brother,

Has been laid to rest.

And my heart,

Has so never digressed.

Should I have never,

Shouldn't have ever thought,

That the family should be,

So permanently,

Distressed.

It doesn't need to be so much.

It doesn't need to be so tough.

Should I have never,

Should I have not ever sought,

Such an end-able thought.

As to want and wrought,

That thought.

My brother,

Alive, and so well.

And my heart,

Rings true the darkest bell.