Am I losing my family?
What if my little sister thinks my leaving is wrong?
Every minute I'm gone,
I'm so high, but can't look down,
My past lives were collectively broken on the ground,
I feel like myself right now,
You called to share about your sister's plight,
I reached out to say my father's anger burns bright.
You came out of the blue like that I never could see you coming,
I would never see in the way I want,
The white sheets make me nervous,
Could you drift from the blue into the afterlife?
YOU ARE READING
Beyond The Glass
PoetryPutting poetry and prose on a glasses, A time passes, The scar built gashes, a sake of my health drew ashes, This poetry talks about the glasses, and my Cancer journey.
