Chains of Sorrow

The shock
of his death; sorrow
deep, sorrow pervasive
sorrow not bitter,
just sad
over the loss
of this dearly
departed one
locks my heart
with grief
like chains
around the ankles of a prisoner.
Where is the hope?  of seeing
his face again, the joy
of his laughter, the sound
of his voice.
How long will i feel the pain ?
the void, the emptyness of his
not being here (little brother mine)
Only all the days
of my life.