Ummm... yeah, so I wrote this kinda spontaneously late last night, or would it be really early this morning? Well, anyway, this is, or supposed to be, when Ukraine leaves Russia, from Russia's point of view. I don't know why, but when I imagine Ukraine leaving, I imaging a really young Russia waking up really early, just as the sun is rising to find Ukraine opening the door, revealing the sun glinting off of freshly fallen snow, and begs her not to leave... If enough people like it, I may post another poem, but from Ukraine's point of view...
Big Sister, where are you going?
Don't go, please!
I don't want to be left alone!
Please don't go! Don't go!
Take me with you!
Don't abandon me in this cold, dark, hell-hole of a home!
Come back, Big Sister!
Don't leave me!
Big Sister... don't leave me... please...