Damn NovemberA Poem by Beth WilcoxMy friend was in a car accident, paralized from the neck down.It's early December, I hate damn November. I hope you remember all the times spent together.
So I sit here alone, trying not to moan and groan.
The times you hugged me the memories of how you wanted us to be.
That terrible phone call, warning us all.
Warning us that you might now make it, I tried to convince myself it was all bullshit.
The tears and fears that I went through. And I never once stopped to not think about you.
I prayed and lost sleep, all day I did nothing but weep.
I want to go back in time, I have nothing to ryhme.
I've said it all, f**k that night I received that call.
Like you, I can't speak My heart is growing weak.
© 2011 Beth WilcoxAuthor's Note
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15 Reviews Added on January 31, 2011 Last Updated on January 31, 2011 AuthorBeth WilcoxWest Alexandria, OHAboutAbout me? Well my name is Beth Wilcox for starters. I am a young writer. I have always found writing to be the best way to tell a story to someone. Whether it be poetry, lyrics, and more. I have start.. more..Writing
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