We laugh.
We hug.
We joke.
We think.
We are sisters, by choice.
We may not look the same or have the same family, but we are.
So why are you slowly leaving me?
Do you think I can't notice?
Do you think you can slip through my grasp without me screaming for you to keep holding on?
You look at me.
And I'm trying to tell you.
I'm trying to warn you.
To explain why you have to keep trying.
Have to keep pulling.
Have to keep fighting.
To keep holding on.
I'm here.
I'm not leaving.
But you look at me, and our grasp, and you fall anyway.
You let go, and then you're gone.
You're going in slow motion.
You're falling into the pit. Into the chasm.
I can see where you're going.
But you can't.
And I'm trying to yell.
To tell you what's happening.
Tell you that you can still make it.
You have a parachute.
You can get out.
But you ignore me.
You can't hear me.
Because you're no longer listening to me.
You're too far down.
And I realize, you have to find the chute yourself.
But you're laughing.
You're smiling.
You're enjoying yourself.
I don't know why.
It makes no sense.
You're falling.
You're going to die.
You have to use the chute.
You can come back.
But now you're not going in slow motion.
You're falling.
Falling faster then I ever thought gravity could work.
You're disappearing into the darkness.
You're going into the darkness.
I'm still trying to yell.
To help you.
But my throat is raw and you still can't hear me.
And so I fall onto the ground.
And suddenly it's my bed.
And I realize I'm crying.
I realize I lost you.
You couldn't hear me.
You didn't want to.
And so, I'm stuck laying in my bed, crying about the sister that I lost to the darkness.
She's gone.
I don't know if I'll ever get her back.
The darkness has surrounded her.
And there's only so far the chute would take her.
Which means, there's a cliff to climb, to worry about, before she's out of the clutches.
I know she'll be different.
And so I lay in my bed, with tears covering my pillow and I whisper three small words, so only she will be able to hear.
"I'm always here."
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