Losing Them

"Pack your things..." His written words are screaming in my head Pounding the insides of my eyes eliciting tears of anguish My wracking sobs muffled by my own hands. My sister sits next to me and embraces me My last moments with her I am losing her The mere thought of leaving without her by my side rends my very soul in two That leads me to the others in the house. The woman that is my mother, I am losing her The youngest daughter, I am losing her The small brother, I am losing him So many little voices trying to tell me what to do next. "You could run" "We will yell our point at him" "We could kill him" They all talk so loud I am losing my mind Painful sobs rip through my body my entire being shakes with agony If I leave I will be alone I will shrivel up and become a shell I am losing them, and it hurts I am losing them Losing me Losing them