What the fuck have I done?
I pulled that door shut,
Regardless of what he said.
I heard as his panic,
His genuine distress set in.
Our mother kicked at that door,
She ripped off the handle,
Broke the internal mechanism.
Finally, we got him out.
I hugged him briefly.
I then hid.
I cried in bathroom,
Feeling so awful.
I scratched out 'I'm Sorry.'
On to my arms,
My nails leaving no more,
Than faint lines,
That will disappear so soon.
I'm a terrible big sister.
What cardinal sin did he commit,
For him to deserve such an awful person,
For a sister?
That woman is strong enough to kill me.
It's been proven by how the walls shook,
As her foot hit the door.
Imagine if what I had done,
Hadn't been an accident.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Just A Mess
PoesíaI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
