I wake to wonder where and how, how I am to be or not to be, to be where I lay in an unfamiliar bed, a bed of comfort and unfamiliarity. where am I, where may I lay with a warm body beside me? Here, here I lay silent and stiff, silent as the night before, the night before I remember my sister Lenore, My stomach turning, burning, aching and breaking, may by heart be still and my tears are no more, Lenore. May she lay in rest, as is the best than to lay in bed with a weary head crying and paining for the sickness she has nevermore, nevermore.
cry I may and scream I will, for she is gone and never to come home ever again doubtful of the neverending dream of her walking through the door, Little sister no more, but a heavily being forever more. she watches above forever more till the day I shall leave this mortal plain and nevermore walk upon these dirty floors. Shall I live if Lord tells me Laying with a man should never more? why I live is a question forever to cease to never be answered until I stand in front of the al' mighty himself and ask why, Why must he take Lenore and curse me forevermore, forevermore
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Tragedy
PoetryGeorge has lost his little sister Lenore to a rare form of cancer and he has been taking out his pain and sorrow in other ways than what you would think by sleeping with other men and questioning why God made him in the first place if his life is s...
