A misguided soul going through the dark world alone
Is he really alone though
three others he knows going through it
two of whom he calls brothers
the third a new one but not new just the youngest of all four of them

The misguided soul called upon to help the oldest
his fellow brother to arms
his one protector
beaten and broken down

blood covering everything
rushing from a gaping wound to slashed flesh
going paler he is and weaker
shaking in pain and sick from it

packing the wound
ice and elevation
slapping of a face and shaking him to keep awake
crying and praying he doesn't leave the dark realm their in

calling upon the other brother for help
getting the advice he needed
promising to help do what it takes to keep him there
never failing the promise and going for that help

entering into the demon's realm now
engaging the devil's henchman for help
a bargain here bargain there
nothing to good for them to save his brother

Thrown into a shower wall
beaten and flesh torn
bloody and crying in pain
slapped and kicked down
bargain for a bargain

raw pain he would take for the life of a brother
forced down into submissive states
forced down none the less
backed into a wall but brother getting saved

thrown down already in pain
not crying out now showing no satisfaction to this demon
taking it all of what he has been given
clenching teeth and burrowing his face down to muffle cries

A young protector to his older ones
will do whatever to keep them safe
keep them together
as they would do for him

Demons of hell go back to their realm
while the misguided soul stays with the other 3
always finding ways back to each other when parted
always keeping safe, watch over the others and keeping strong

a misguided soul bound down
a misguided soul no longer traveling the realm alone
but traveling with 3 other souls that each love the others
4 together bound in ways the demons and devils can't break nor take away

JAYY,
Ever has the cry of the downtrodden rang upon my ears. My heart hears your pain and knows the depths of your sadness, never will my ears forget nor my heart deny the depths of pain and despair you have taught me.

Like the yelp of a wounded dog, your poetry haunts and shadows me. Your story is unforgettable, your strength also, as is the tragedy of it all. Struggle on J all of us pray for you and lift you up in our minds.