Running towards the sea, her brother staring out.
A little girl fell, just as he turned around.
The look in his eyes, he had forgot where he was, who he was and where she was.
Her screams echoed loud as the tide carried her out.
But he just kept walking, not knowing what he was leaving.
The funeral was bare.
Cries were called out, swearing out loud.
He knew the blame was put on him.
As he walked up to the coffin, the little girl didnt move-would never move again.
"I'm sorry," He pleaded. "I left you. Don't worry. I'll come back for you."
That very next day, he was not afraid.
He walked out to the sea and took a running jump.
Then he dove to his sisters demise.
His body tried to fight, his mind tried to close.
He never called out, he was paying the price.
The punishement he gave himself.
Sucking in a breath, he slowly relaxed.
Fell asleep in the waves where his father would soon find him.
He'd never know the truth of what happened.
Was it worth it?
Two lives gone in a flash.
Color gone, eyes closing fast.
Nothing gained from the never ending pain.
The funeral was bare.
Cries were called out
But no blame was there.
Just the sound of two parents calling out.










