Our blood was laced with alcoholic excuses from bad fathers neither of us signed up for
We traced our lineage to find disadvantage for the hopeful
And in the end I found a brother
Who was more like my father
A missing backbone
Crutches to limp check his empathy
A hard lined depression drenched in self-loathing
The man much more a hollow cage
Leaking from his seams
Not wishing to get better
A ghost in the shadow of today's tomorrow
We are blood, my brother and father
And some days
Blood is the only thing we have in common