Spirals

Dormant

Spirals

Reaching up over

Your sunken head

Do they wish you dead or

Just not

Among the living

Instead

Instead

Trembling with

A senseless fear of guilt

Over what

Should have been

The twin

He who whilst you call out brother

Listens to sister

Whilst you cry sister

Smiles even broader

On the bed

By his window

Is that smile

An upside down reflection

Of the corners of your mouth

Let me live

Cries the whisper

Crawling among toys

Let me

Live

The spirals

Like plants

Never dormant

There is no likeness to the sun

Always

Instead

Of your sunken head