The Distance of The Closeness

I wrote this about me and my sisters relationship.

It smells like the rain, misty, cold, and depressing.

It tastes like the bitterness of her cold stoned heart.

It looks like the shell of my soul.

It sounds like the breaking of bark.

It feels like she doesn't love me anymore.

Why does she feel the need

To race towards me?

I'm not that tough,

But I've been beaten enough.

You feel the need to call me names

Or push me around like a slave.

A slave like in the olden days,

Being pushed around all kinds of ways.

Well I'm sick of your games

It's my turn to play.

This slave has come to show you the right way.

Ill give you an opening

And you can cope with me.

I know what your going through

Because it's happening to me too.

Let us talk

Sort out our problems.

Well mend our wounds.

Say goodbye to the moon.

I think it's time,

Were going to be fine.

I love you my sister from another mister.

 

Author's Note

This is so people can relate and/or enjoy. I dedicate it to my sister. I love you!

Reviews

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

The growing apart and then finding each other again. I like the way you have laid this out. I feel you put a lot of heart into it. Maybe it made you feel better as well.
Writing personal stuff is always hard. Opening up, seeking a solution, trying to mend and build bridges.
A great poem.

[Krystle Queen]

Thank you! And it was very hard to let out.

[ScoobyDooby]

i love the fact that you used the five senses in the beginning.
my favorite lines are
"Well I'm sick of your games
It's my turn to play."

good piece.