Death Comes Again!
22 January, 2003
Author: KristyD.
I remember the last time I heard his name,
with thoughts he was still alive.
Thinking to myself, all the times we've shared,
the pain I could not hide.
I couldn't believe it,
no not my friend.
I couldn't perceive it,
no not again!
I thought of the way he smiled,
his laugh rang through my mind.
And as I laid there on the floor,
I finally began to cry.
I felt now that I was alone,
I knew now what had occured.
My eyes began getting blurry,
my words began to slur.
I cried and screamed his name to the gods,
praying, please God wake me up!
I reached my hand up to the door,
to make sure it was shut.
And then I cried so freely,
my eyes began to burn.
I hated, God I hated,
that again my life would turn.
My friend, the one I loved so dear,
and never got to say.
I knew I would regret it,
until the end of days!
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Brittany Newsome (205.204.242.22) -- Friday, May 14 2004, 07:46 pm This is a really good poem if I were 2 ever lose my B.F I would die.~!~ |
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