Hour Glass of Tracks

This poem is directed towards my eldest brother... who has been on a heavy drug addiction for the past year. He has a 5 year old son who he barely sees and has got himself in a lot of trouble with the law. Hour Glass of Tracks Every time I see your track marks, I see a black hole That I am reaching down into, Each one is a little deeper, A little worse than before. Almost like an hour glass, counting down the days You have left. I feel hopeless, Watching while your demons consume you. I see the physical evidence where Your body is being taken hostage yet How can I stand here and watch?! The white substance, the hypodermic needles... This is a cover. I know you are scared, Breaking, You feel your soul has already been damned for the taking... But I am here. Can you hear my hopeless screams? Do you see my river of tears? Can you see I am tearing at the seams? I just want my brother back. I am losing count of the tracks. Or maybe I am scared to lose count of the tracks... Does it matter? Prison over death, Marijuana over meth. The hour glass, The track marks... A silent breaking heart. I still love you... But I don't know how to save you from yourself. I have yet to learn to do that myself. I do know though, That I will continue to love you... Even after the sand Has run to the other side. Because I am hopeless enough to Cling onto the thought of Seeing your cleansed soul On the other side. Your Sister, Ashley