I have a creeping guilt.
So lucid and empty,
I roll my eyes and snort
and scowl effervescent.
Pain deep pitted in my stomach.
I haven’t been there when he’s
needed me
I’ve left him alone
as his eyes grow a deeper and deeper red.
I’ve been blind to sorrow
and love
but not to distaste.
No, not to distaste.
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 
This is beautiful. It’s funny, but I am that red eyed man right now, and I love this poem. I am going to send it to my you character.
I hope it does you some good
This reminds me of my fish.
Sad really. But honest.
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This is about my little brother.
I like it. Real life.
Indeed.
Nice poem. Very well done.
-smith
Thank you.