Identical Maybe, but not the Same

I cannot travel to that other planet, where
My twin is found. I cannot tell his mother
She is his, but someone else is mine, and,
If he's evil, as she says, his brother shouldn't
Be accused. I did my best. I didn't lie. I raised
A twin of her down here, a sweeter, less
Suspicious thing, but, now, with darkness
Drawing near, her twin is dead, and she,
And mine, are fading out of view.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-02-07 at 20:13

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