Screaming Out.(This poem came to me as a spur of the moment thing and it isn't my best.It is about my Older Brother,he isn't actually dead)

Whist suffering here,
the intense blazing flames of pain coursing through my system,
I scream out for you.
Begging for one more moment,
Just another second,
In which I can hear your laugh
And experience the feeling of your gentle embrace.
But alas I will never have that moment,
That second,
As I have found my self screaming for you at your funeral,
Witnessing your body sinking into the ground,
Never to be in my presence again.