My Sister's Death
I sit in my room
Reminiscing over a past blister,
Remembering the gloom
And the death of my sister.
The death of my sister;
A pain long past due,
Hidden 'neath the blister.
Nothing I could do.
This four leaf clover
Can't do a thing for me.
My sister's life is over,
And my turn is soon to be.
I'm trying to be brave,
But it's hard to be a brother
When she's lying in a grave.
Copyright © Jonathan Thornton | Year Posted 2011
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