Lost to the Battle

We walked through
hell together
Candied sticky hands
clasped tight
Quiet and without complaint
A silent promise to
journey together
We came out on
the other side of
the flames and abuse
Broken and worn down
When did we let go?
When did your hand slip
from mine?
Baby brother,
when did they win?

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