Jack is gone.
he was the first one, I think
the first one I went to when I needed a friend.
Jack was a rock
his broad shoulders high and proud
crystal-blue eyes shining
like the heavens and the sea and the sun all rolled into orbs
he was the first one, I think
to show me what it really meant to live
after she went away
YOU ARE READING
Sarah Jane's Journal
Teen FictionA collection of poems, written from the point of view of a girl named Sarah Jane, who just wants to find herself. She's lost and alone, trapped within her own mind. Sometimes, however, Sarah Jane's mind reveals secrets, hidden under ash and smoke.
