“Why”, he asked me, “why stay?”
I looked away, not knowing what to say.
‘Maybe’, I thought, ‘it’s time to let him go.’
What do we really know?
He saw my pain, he took my hand.
“Come with me,” he said, and it began.
I followed him into his world; blinking, not from the light but because it was a terrifying sight.
The darkness, the frigid wind. It was bleak and it was grim.
Someone laughing, sent chills up my spine; it wasn’t the contagious kind.
He was gone; my heartbeat quickened; “where are you?” I called, my limbs all stiffened.
Sobbing, I heard, ran towards the sound. My screams piercing through me as I saw what I had found.
He’s in pieces, broken, blade in his hand. Crying tears of blood, unable to stand.
“I can’t, I won’t!” I said, “I won’t let you go! You’re coming with me, don’t tell me no!”
I gathered his pieces, broken heart and all, sew up the wounds so he could stand up tall.
We ran, hand in hand, I thought I saw the light. “We’re getting out of here!” I told him, “I’m ready to fight!”
Back to my world, it was getting close. He let go of my hand and said, “it’s no use.”
He was giving up, consumed by the darkness. He began to fade, blending in with the blackness.
“No!” I cried, “I know why you should stay! Your world is a cruel one, heavy without hope. But there’s another world out there, one you can cope! Let me bring you back there; I’ll stay by your side. Please, little brother, please don’t die.”
He wanted to choose life, he wanted to stay, but the world had failed him, persuaded him another way.