I would like to emphasize: This poem is NOT based on a true story. I just like how it turned out.
I remember the day
I lost you.
We were playing by the creek
And you slipped,
That stupid rock.
You hit your head,
Which cracked in two,
And off to the hospital:
'She's dead.'
I was grasping for hope that night
By the creek,
Reaching my hand in,
Searching, feeling for anything good.
All that came up
Was blood and chunks of you.
Gods,
I miss you.
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Poetry By Me! (Morgan, he/him)
PuisiThese are poems that I write. My pen name is Morgan, so call me that! Also, I use he/they pronouns and love to write. Please, if you find any you particularly like, let me know in the comments! I plan to publish some of this in a book, just need to...
