I see her
She's sick
Very sick
Her cough rattles
Her blood splatters
They say they've done all the can
And it's up to God to play his hand
I know not what to say
To the little girl that used to play
But now, she wastes away
Breathing hurts her
Coughing too
"I'll save you."
I say
But I know there is no way
I can only watch
And pray
And then, she's dying
She's scared
But smiles and says
"I'll wait in Heaven for you."
And dies
There is nothing to be said
To her cold body that was dying
When I wake
I am crying
A/N: Disturbing nightmare in which my youngest sister died of cancer. I woke up and I was crying.
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Inner Silence
PoetryThe inner silence is always there. Waiting. watching. recording. Recording the chaos and misery of my existence. A collection of depressing poems of my life.