My Sister
Oh my sister, the past got the best of her
She couldn’t make it, she couldn’t endure
She feared losing family, even with how harsh they were
Then the evil consumed her and the rest did stir
She tried to get help, they gave her more pills
She tried to fight, but the evil had the skills
Oh my sister, could have been anything
Smart, achiever, creative, with so much to bring
But, she chose to play with the devil instead
Then at a young age, there she was dead
She couldn’t be reached, as the tears fell
While the past took her life, no longer well
Heidi Sands
8/13/17
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2017
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