Pity My Mad Blind Brother
by Zachary Adama
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.