Poems based on The Fault In Our stars, By John Gree

Grenade

Grenade

 

 

 I’m a grenade.  

At some point I’m going to blow up,  

And obliterate everything in my wake

A mother amputated at the knee, by a daughter taken to soon.

But I would like to minimize the casualties.

Yet all my attempts to keep you from me failed.

We made our, “okay” our very own, “forever”.

We even made it to Amsterdam together.

We all thought you were cancer free,

But in the test, you “lit up like a Christmas tree”.

Turns out I’m not the only Grenade.