I sit here
In silence
Surrounded
By sound
The crying
The yelling
The ranting
The frustration
You were no angel
You've done wrong
You went through
Fair punishment
But then you came back
We were happy
You were happy
You had a chance
I remember you
Before the tattoos
Before you disappeared
Before things went wrong
Last time I saw you
We were celebrating
Our grandmother
Was freed as a worker
I remember
the last time you hugged me
I remember
Thinking it was a chance
I was more mature
I wanted to be closer
Like my sister
And yours
But you relapsed
They saw a chance
And took it...
Took you
And...
Now you're gone
...And I don't even get to say goodbye
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A Dark Rose Blooms (poetry)
PoetryA piece of me. A place to open all my wounds and share my joy. All the poetry here is personal to me. Writing is an escape for me, and only through writing can I put my thoughts and emotions out into the world honestly. Each piece is dated, the day...
