My Best Friend

My Best Friend

A Poem by Belle

Death was everywhere.

It was at my door.

My best friend had been taken.

Swept away.

By Death itself.

I was utterly alone.

Death had a way of creeping up on you.

Or at least that's what she told me.

I felt it, always.

Creeping, lurking, watching, waiting.

Waiting for it's chance to strike.

I walk alone, but not yet alone.

Because while my best friend's body died.

Her spirit is now my guide.

© 2012 Belle


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This is eerily sad=) i'll leave it at that;D

Posted 12 Years Ago


Sad but hopeful, nicely done

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Your best friend is more alive than you think :) .She is finally done with her job, her Master told her "you did well done, My child" that was in her dream from the above :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is a nice, dark poem with a touch of bittersweetness at the end. Nice work

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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