My sister was one of those,
You know.
The person in the family who screwed their life.
Parked in the driveway was a bmw, a lexus, and a truck.
The bmw was mine and the lexus was my dads.
I often wondered why antique shops didn’t pay good money for it.
Apparently, valueless,
Not a surprise,
After a bunch of twists and turns,
Her life was being drawn from her.
Not drawn like a person draws a nice warm bath,
But rather the way life is drawn from you.
She was dying of cancer.
I only saw her in the night so she wouldn’t notice my tears.
In complete darkness and tear rattled face,
I attempted to read her asleep.
She took fountains of pills.
She was still miserable.
I came in at night to read to her as usual.
She was unresponsive.
I rubbed her hair.
She didn’t move.
I started to panic.
The bees in my stomach were attacking my in lining,
And it spewed from my eyes.
“Don’t leave me Em’,”.
Emma was her name.
It came out in a whisper.
Two years later there was a bmw, a lexus and rusted car in the driveway.
The rusted car was mine.
As the rusted took on her persona,
Now a rusted car was mine.
It was trash.
I never could recover from her sweetness,
Sucked away,
I never got over her golden hair,
In a coffin,
I never got over her sweet voice,
My ears cry for,
Thus, I surrender my life in hopes of seeing her again.
Seeing her again.
Author notes
Sometimes the best poems are the sad ones. Sometimes life comes through the window instead of the door. Do you understand what I mean?
A contest entry
- Irreplaceable by ratkos.
1000 points, ended October 2, 2008, 6 entries
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Sorry about your sister. I can feel your love for her through your writing, just as she can live on through you. Please don't give up on life. God would never give up on you. Hold your head high and make the best of it. That is what your sister would want. BTW...this is really good.
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yeah, I understand
Just keep writing...she will give you the words....
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This is such a sad write! I can feel tears welling up in my eyes as I am writing this. My dad was very close to dying of cancer but he pulled through and I just found out yesterday that my grandma has leukimia. This really touched me deep down. I hope to hear more form
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I can wish that you see her again..sigh..a touching story you stated in your poetic journey here..I am just speechless....thanks for sharing..
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i love the reality of this and the progression displayed.this was a great write. Thank you for entering
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I do like this. Did she screw her life, because of the cancer, because she gave up? Or, are you trying to say something different. I am think the cars in the driveway, are the things she had in life, a lexus and bmw are very expensive cars so I'm thinking they might be symbolizing all the things she had to live for, but wasn't because of the depression? My grandmother is like that, she has liver cancer, and rareley seems happy anymore, I would love for her to be, and even when we spend time with her, it's like... it doesn't even matter. I am getting the feeling from the poem, that after her death, you sort of gave up as well, the rusted car, like, not taking care of yourself, too caught up in dwelling, wishing she was still there...
Well, you will see her again, I hope you can begin to start to live again, because life is too short, to sit in the dark, wondering what if? you know? I really loved the poem, nice job!
<3
Steph
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I understand what you mean
It really touched me. You tweek it however you want.
I have a sister who is recovering from stage 4 cancer. (we hope )
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