The Death Of A Friend

The death of a friend
I try to be brave
But I can't stop the tears
When I visit His grave
Can He be replaced
I don't see how
He was my buddy
He was my pal
I am lonely at home
I am lonely at school
I miss my friend
He was so cool
I go to the park
I try to play ball
But is's not the same
Not at all
My minds a mess
My minds a haze
Lonely nights
And lonely days
I want my friend
I want Him back
The death of a friend
He's not coming back.

by John W. Litteral

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This poem is great. I can relate to it so much. I had a close friend that dies about 4 years ago, and when I was reading your poem it reminded me of Ryan and it says exactly how I feel about Ryan