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A Ballad for Our Dear Sister
by Robbi SkaeraIn a house not far from here,
My Sister lives in constant fear,
Hates her happy, loving home
Just can't bear to be alone,
and one day I know she'll walk
the long walk to the woods,
in her hands, a rope and chalk,
Just like Daddy said she should.
In a kitchen where the world stands still,
We tricked the truth home for the kill.
Right from right and wrong from wrong,
Death asked us 'What took so long?',
and one day I know they'll find her
Somewhere in the woods,
Family photos beside her,
Just like Daddy said she should.
Sick of being told she's fine,
Daddy, do you care this time?
Can't laugh at a simple joke,
will you be smiling when she chokes?
The sun is out, the air is weak
A cold wind kisses both her cheeks,
You'd rather wish your daughter dead
Than be a fucking Dad instead,
Tomorrow comes, I hope she calls
If not, I'll know where she is
I hope the rope snaps and she falls
And maybe you can learn from this,
but one day I know she'll walk
the long walk to the woods,
in her hands, a rope and chalk,
Just like Daddy said she should.
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07/10/2018 Author's Note: I know this sucks. I just don't want to lose it.
Posted on 07/10/2018
Copyright © 2024 Robbi Skaera
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 07/12/18 at 11:52 AM This poem is as far from sucking as Silas Marner is from reaching into his coin infested coffers that in so doing he might thereby lighten his camel load, and more easily fit through the eye of a needle. In fact this is one of the finest poems I have ever read on this site.
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