the night she died

a night full of heart aching memories;
a night thoughts drenched in black,
the ground exibiting it's daggers,ready to claim another victim
a sudden pause in the good days of our lives

she was lying there in adverse pain,
only tear drops were emanated by her internal agonised bellows,
thou we were born from the same womb
i did not know who she was,
neither did she know who i was!

i was told after ashes to ashes
i was told that she was my twin sister!
i was told she wentaway with a father i never met!
immense pain suddenly filled my soul,
wounds of my bleeding heart grew foul

i retrospected how she was lying in my arms,
how she cried mother helping her to eat crushed yams,
i remembered the look alike i once questioned
but nobody ever told me who she was
i remembered the last words she said
and how to rest she was laid...

why?
why did she has to go through all that?
why did she die not knowing who i was?
why did i know who she was?
for a moment i wished i could be dead
so we can enjoy time we never had together.