Pity My Mad Blind Brother

by Zachary A. Horn

I will not
have you
as my enemy
nor cast hatred
your way.

Life
is too precious
hatred
too great a burden.

I will not
taint myself
with anger
nor reject you
as myself.

I greet you
instead
not as enemy
but as lost aspect
of my own soul.

Looking
through eyes
clouded by the darkness
of a blind heart.

Possessed
by the madness
of a hallucination
of the separate self.

Pity
my mad
blind brother
is the only burden
I will bear.

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