Poem: The Sonnet

They tell me to be strong for my little sibling,

That I should not cry for the sake of their heart,

But what about mine? I shall quiet my sniffling.

I shall as well stop my crying as I try not to fall apart.

Who said the older sibling cannot publicly grief?

I’m human too, and one who just lost something dear.

Tears are almost prohibited, and I curse in disbelief,

A single tear spills down my cheek, soon there’s a glare.

My sibling had seen it and now I feel like an innocence thief,

As they know not what has transpired around here,

No one wants to tell them who has forever left.

I close my eyes seeking some sort of relief,

But none is found is and it would be insincere

Of me to now lie to them why we mourn that special someone who has forever left.