To My Brother

Mind sobs,

Heart aches,

Arteries weeps,

Veins screams,

Nerves pangs,

Muscles cramps 

I'm wailing, 

Yes, I'm wailing, 

For your departure.

My word of honour,

Wailing turns rapture,

Cramps turn joy,

Pangs turn merry,

Screams turn silent,

Weeps turn happy,

Aches turn pleasure,

Sobs turn blissful.

Thou,excels in your career.

With every good wish.

Thy skin and blister.