My brother is two years younger than me. To recap a thread I wrote tonight about everything: my brother is in a Juvenile Detention Center. Before sent there, he wrote these poems. The Love of a Child To my sister for geting me in to poetry The love of a child is one that we miss. The one that all of us share. We all take for granted the love of a child. Because one day that love won't be there. N P Drakos Untitled I am dead, cold as ice even though I am alive and healthy My soul is gone I see the light even though I am in the dark Flying up to the pearly gates even though it is just my door I see blood all over the floor even though Its just spiled water Is it all real, Am I Dead even though it is just a night mare N P Drakos The World To my dad ,peter, for giving so much hell that I had to write a poem. I feel like the worlds on my back and everyone is depending on me It's getting cold and I feel like letting go The end is getting near But the worst isn't over yet world is sliping and losing hold of my back I see the light... But then I thought of all the people that needed me to bring them to I can't just end it all for a silly little thing got to think of the people that I need to bring to N P Drakos One day the world will stop turning it's back on the lost. He'll learn to finally live without the shit his father left him with. That's what he deserves.