This is more like a story than a poem. My sister made me do this today.
Even though she doesn't live with me she has her ways. She asked me three
questions. She gave me choices for all of them. Where, who, and what. This
is about a little boy who lost is dear sister and he's lost in the forest
and scared, and he can't accept the fact that he is dead also.

Run through the trees
Aimlessly
You don't know where to go
You've lost your soul
Black as a crow
Her body lay cold
Run faster
Run past her
Past the carcass that makes you whole
Past the trees that make you unfold
Blink away the tears
Release all your fears
Forget about the pain
Forget about the rain
You're scared now
But you'll never bow down
To the darkness of the night
You'll never loose your fight
Just follow the white light
Everything WILL be alright