Fatal Night
I feel her,
Even though she is gone.
I can feel the searing pain,
Long after her death.
I can hear her cries,
Feel her tears on my cheek.
I wake during nights,
In cold sweats.
She is gone,
Yet still here.
I can feel my bones break,
That fatal night.
I remember our scream,
And the empty blackness that followed.
I could see her blue eyes,
I knew she could see mine.
I could feel our connection dwindle,
Then snap and dissipate.
I knew it then,
That she was gone.
My friend, my sister.
My twin of many years.
Gone like a whisper in the dark,
And even now she calls to me.
From the depths of death,
She calls for me to join her.
And so I wait,
For my time to come.
And then I as well will be taken,
And we will be together again.
Authors Notes: Havn't written one in a while. This is what I thought it might be like to lose my twin sister...
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