The sister I have lost

Every day, every moment, every second of my life I feel her
I have failed her, she says
She whispers in my ears, how useless I am
She laughs when I tell her,
Someday I will fulfil my promise, I will act
She laughs even more, when I tell her
I will take revenge.
I am finally at peace when I fall asleep
She never visits me there, never ever
Don’t know why
I wake up once more the next day
To see her sitting on my bed
A smile curved like a knife
On her battered face.
I cringe, every time I see her face,
‘Brother’ she says, you have failed me once again
I close my eyes, try to fall back asleep
I know I have to wake up some day, and take revenge.

Poet’s note: A brother is tormented by the images of his sister, who he lost as a victim of Domestic Violence.


2 comments on “The sister I have lost

  1. Very nice..could actually feel the whole thing as u narrated the poem..the girl sitting at the bedside, the helpless brother trying to find an escape in his sleep…very nice n touching

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