Sense Sonnet - Acher

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My little girl was lying there
With a curtain cord round her neck,
After falling off of a chair.
And I was too busy to check
Until it was too late for her.
Only 2, her whole life ahead,
The loss of her is still a blur.
I just can't believe she is dead.
I take another curtain cord,
And on that same chair I do stand,
And tie both ends. Forgive me Lord.
The cord snaps tight before I land.

My daughter died. I am to blame.
It's only right I die the same.