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Jan 2018
The door is locked
the key is gone.
swallowed.
sorry.
Can't help you.
Or you.
I helped myself.
I felt as though I deserved a chance
and by giving myself that chance
I took yours.
My stubborn little brother
I am sorry.
My words fall flat on your ears
you miss me.
I'm living.
I was so breathless there,
constantly giving.
I took and now you're without.
I'm sorry.
You called to ask me how my day was.
I can't give you my answer.
I'm sorry.
Forgive me.
I love you.
I'm sorry.
After my mother kicked me out of my house, I am unable to care for my family the way I once did and due to that, my brother is suffering. I want so badly to help him, to save him, but I can't and that weighs greatly on me.
Tamera Pierce
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Tamera Pierce  19/F/West Virginia
(19/F/West Virginia)   
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