Sick and Sickled

 It is time to tell my story It is time to know what I really am It is time to see the scar behind my mask Few months ago, I was seated calmly waiting for death to come claim me, but it never came, how disappointed I felt, even with all the love showered on me by family……. I still feel hated With every care my brother got Death paid him a kind visit The inevitable happened happening in the shortest period of time an unachieved life …. wasted A single shining star couldn’t overcome the vast darkness  Consumed with pain and failure my mom couldn’t save her only boy With just the smallest doze of substance all her pain could be washed away Forever into nothing But I was there, plugged in to different liquid.I was her hope even when her husband was on a pursuit of a better life .I was to make her smile and bring back life Few months after still seated calmly waiting for death to come claim me; tired and carefree, I could never make her smile My fading star awaits same fate What I am is a sickle cell bearer So was my brother, Scared with death The world hopes for us to see the next rise of the sun. Knowing fully well the battle is long and cold as the night It is easy to give up, maybe I chose to be a coward, you be the judge