Sitting in the shade on the patio,
I found a pain in my heart
That would never stop hurting
As i stood there, shocked tears running down my face. I was six.
An unseen event at a four-way-stop, the crimson-red blood.
One of the screams cut short; the sirens blaring, coming too late but also right on time.
Something lost, but another thing gained. I was six.
Never will we meet again, unless
Met in another time; another life.
I remember the smiles, the laughs and the fun times.
I remember the day we promised to stay together, friends forever.
A friend lost, a fear gained. Crying
and falling to my knees. Young and unable to go to a funeral, to see him one last time, or to say a final goodbye. A two syllable name,
Passed occasionally from my lips.
We died then, six.
[This poem is about the loss of my friend, Alex, when i was six. I had recently moved from my old town(he lived there too) into where i live now and he died in a car accident about a few months after i had moved.]
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Poetry
Poetryjust some random poetry that i wrote; most will be immitations and i will say in the 'chapter' title if they are i will also say if it is like a haiku or a sonnet(shakespearian or not). I may or may not say what the poem is about in the end.
