I stand in sadness,
My heart battered,
My hope shattered,
Near the grave,
Of our beloved sister,
The one who was peaceful,
Doing everything right,
Always there for me,
Now forever gone.

I see my mother crying,
My father gulping,
Holding back tears,
Trying to be strong,
As the pastor preaches,
Sorrow fills our eyes.

Sullenly I turn away,
Feeling numb,
My mother calls my name,
But I pay no heed to it,
Disappearing into the undergrowth,
Unleashing my cries to the air,
Letting all the world know my pain.

Running towards home,
Blindly knocking others down,
Hearing reprimands,
They don't faze me,
Unshed tears pool in the corners of my eyes,
A more pressing matter,
I can't show them,
Tears are for the weak.

Lost in the city,
I scream at God,
Telling him exactly how I feel,
Wondering how he could let her die,
My wonderful sister,
Sunk into the ground,
Swept off her golden pedestal,
She did not deserve this.

If anyone should have died,
It should have been me,
Survivors guilt they say,
But in reality I have no guilt,
Only anger that she was taken away,
And I was left here.

Everyone loved her,
She was accomplished,
I am not as great as her,
Might not become as great as her,
I should've died,
She should have lived,
And went on to do miraculous things.

I fumble for my cell,
Hands trembling,
Dialling my mother's number,
Immediately she answers,
Her voice laced with relief,
Asking me if I'm ok,
Demanding to know where I am.

I find landmarks,
Scouting the area,
Thinking I know my surroundings,
My parents are on their way to me,
I huddle on the curb,
Avoiding the pointed stares of passerby,
Waiting to go home.