Dec 2019
Looping and looping
A single day-dream
She’s trapped in between
The light where she cried
She eats the same cereal
Every single morning
Not a single morning
Since the day she died
I keep on walking
Staggering on the roads
I keep on the go
Leaving her behind
She likes the same bands
She wears the same clothes
The same thing she loathes
Since the day she died
This age is temporary
Changes every month
Another status done
Another band new sight
Stuck in a phase of life
She can’t advance at all
Stuck at a single fall
Since the day she died.
A single day-dream
She’s trapped in between
The light where she cried
She eats the same cereal
Every single morning
Not a single morning
Since the day she died
I keep on walking
Staggering on the roads
I keep on the go
Leaving her behind
She likes the same bands
She wears the same clothes
The same thing she loathes
Since the day she died
This age is temporary
Changes every month
Another status done
Another band new sight
Stuck in a phase of life
She can’t advance at all
Stuck at a single fall
Since the day she died.
This is a poem I wrote in November of 2016 about the death of my older sister. It depicts the way that the dead stay exactly the way they were when they died whilst the living keep changing. In it I contrast the stagnant state of my dead sister with my own live one.
