Can only imagine what it was like.
Seeing yourself from deep inside.
Not knowing whether to scream or cry.
Not knowing whether you'd live or die.
Was there anger?
Was there fear?
What emotion shed each tear?
Was love felt through the chaperone,
knowing she wouldn't die alone?
God has no humor and life is cruel -
as I too - lost one much too soon.
It should have been her -
my other sister.
She's nothing more than a festering blister.
But such is life and its confounded game.
This thing I feel, it has no name.
Confusion, anger, sorrow, and pain.
My comfort today is the silence of rain.
