Broken
"Stay Gold."
It was his last words.
It was his last voice.
It was his last breath.
Tears fell
As the monitor beeped
Deadline,
Flatline.
My breath caught
As he laid there
Broken, Bruised
And motionless.
My best friend
My 'brother'
My loved one
Is just gone.
What am I supposed to do?
How am I supposed to act?
How can I live?
It's all my fault.
My fault.
If I had been stronger,
If I had been braver,
He wouldn't be gone.
My Johnny,
As you lay
Bruised, broken,
And burned,
I am slowly dying
On the inside.
Looking broken
On the outside.
As I'm slowly falling apart,
I hope that one day,
Someday soon,
We can be together again.
- Ponyboy Curtis
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The Outsiders: a collection of short stories and poems.
PoetryA collection of short stories and poems circling around the lives of the Curtis Gang in the book The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton. Please read and comment :D *****if you like these stories, then please visit my story, "Feelings".
