I sat there
fighting the tears
while my brother
my role model
groaned at the agony
of the pain from the tube
in his chest.
I held back the tears
as I watched him
struggle to catch his breath
and try his hardest to breath
through the pain
I walked out of the room
and down the corridor
of the lonely,
yet busy hospital
I cried.
I went outside
and sat on the patio
and cried
I cried because
I couldn't help
my brother
who was always there for me
