My Friend

By D.F.

 

One day me and my friend was walking to the store,

And he got shot

And died on his B-day.

I miss him so much

Sometimes I wish I was with him

But I know everything is okay

And I’m going to be okay.

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2 Comments

  1. armani739 on October 26, 2020 at 4:45 AM

    Dear D.F.

    Thank you for sharing this poem. I’ve never witnessed the death of a person and I’m sure that is an experience we wouldn’t wish on our worst enemy. Somehow, I am still able to gain an abundance of empathy reading your words. I must credit that to the line “Sometimes I wish I was with him.” That line alone tells me everything I need to know about your pain. It registers so deep that you’d be willing to be with him in spirit to dissociate from that pain and experience. Thank you for expressing yourself.

  2. kassidilenae on November 17, 2020 at 5:25 PM

    Thank you for your vulnerability in this poem! I can’t even imagine the pain of losing someone you love right before your eyes. Life is too precious. I pray that you live everyday trying to make our community a better place- a place where life is celebrated instead of taken. Keep writing!

    KC

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