I once called you sister of hate
A second time sister of hate in hell you are
The third time I do not know what to call you
Maybe I will find out in the end
You came to me in a vision or a dream
You showed me your last hour
To prepare me I assume
For the shock I would get
Five in the morning your last breath
You barely notice it as you let it out
Your heart stopped the same second
Your eyes opened as your soul left
Who found you I do not know
But who ever it was it must have been a shock
Twelve hours later and one hour away
The dream or the vision a fear strikes me
A voice asked me if I could come
Why they did not say
But I assume they wanted me to say goodbye
To your dead eyes with no soul
I was already prepared for the big shock
I judged you so wrongly
In anger and frustration
This was what it took
To open my eyes and look
I apologize to you my sister
But I guess its too late
Your already in heaven
Or maybe in hell
Where ever you are
You will stay in my heart
Sister of misunderstood love
Author notes
"One Year"
Option 4
A contest entry
- Misfortune's One-Year AP Anniversary Contest! {EXTENDED} by Misfortune.
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this is a really good poem...i'm sorry about your sister...i know its hard to lose a family member you were close to
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There is nothing to be sorry for and I thank you for the comment.
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