I Remember

All I can remember is running. Me and him would run as fast as we could with just a glimpse of a light every so often as we rushed though. I did not know what we were doing or where we were going. We just kept moving and stepping over mud and I think I even lost my shoe. I did not know, I just kept holding my brothers hand and following the light that carried me forward.

My brother kept telling me after the rush was over and collapsing in asomic sleep. He told me everyday she was gone. He eventually saw I did not know what he was talking about.

Actually I never knew what he was talking about. Everything he said after a day became new and felt repeated but still like it was the first time I ever heard it. All I think about is the running. My brother is the last thing I have left. That I feel I ever knew except a woman figure I feel I have met but never knew.

I feel so much for her but never can figure her name. Everyday me and my brother would beg for money and try to find scraps off the streets to eat everyday. He always was my protector. I did not know to much and always felt new at it. I also felt a repetitiveness again. My brother always helped me out when I did not get enough food in the end of the day. He always shared his bounty of money with me. This is all I can conceive in the happenings of everyday.
One day I woke up to running again and feeling exhausted. I still could not make out why I felt I ran every time I woke up to sheered air and skimmed through lights.

Today we went to the dugs where it was the worst part of the city. We tried begging for money there. He left me on my own in an area abandoned. He left me. He said he would be back. He wasn't. He never came back. I searched for him not knowing where to even begin. I found him though. My brother was dead and shot on the dust filled floor outside. Me and him were only 7 and twins. He was my twin and only person I knew. As I looked at him I felt the feeling of running again. As I looked at his dead face, I stood there running. Not moving but moving. It came back to me. I kneeled to his body, and saw it. I started to see me and him running away from gangs. Gangs that killed my mother. That broke our door down when we were 5 and left us motherless. That left us to fend for ourselves. I remember I fell. I lost my ability to remember things as well. It traumatized me. I am alone now though. He saved me from getting killed along with my mother. My brother was tough and pulled my hand away from where she was in back of us and we ran. We ran till we were safe. My brother is gone though. So I stayed there and put my body atop of his. As he gave his food to me, I gave my life for him. He is my brother, I could not survive without him. I remember that.


Brothers of young endured so much together,
Children abandoned in horrible weather,
Mother deceased and hard to survive,
Brothers together, children, died to strive,
Together so young they vanished,
Children should not be raised alone blandished,
They need to have a home and someone to comfort,
Not to keep striving the pain and hurt.