Description: this was a poem i wrote when my sister, sydney, died trying to save a shuttle full of travelers from a terroist bomb. she had grabbed the bomb and jumped out of the shuttle in a place where it could blow up and everyone would be safe...but her. i miss her terribly, so i made this for her. i`m working on one for her name, then i`ll add it to this to make it my sister`s biopoem in my special acrostic poem. so keep watching...
sundala: who i am -------------------------------------------
sounds of silence.
understanding at long last,
now i hear them.
days have gone by
and still i hear it;
loneliness.
and this is how my days end...
Submission Name: sundala: who i am
