11 Years Old

This story is based on my perspective now of a terrible night i had when I was younger and lost my friend due to cancer.

I still remember every detail of that day, I didn't stop crying all night.

I was about 11 years old, I knew I shouldn't have been up that late at all.

Everything was pitch black outside my window except for the small street light across the street that kept a slight vision of the snow fall. It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

I was only 11 years old when I began staring out windows.

My favourite was to stay awake past my bed time and wait for everyone to fall asleep before me,

watching the street light flicker back and fourth until it finally turned off for the night.

Some part of this nightly ritual made me feel like I accomplished something.

I was only 11 years old when my best friend had passed

and although I was sad, I found some beauty in the fact.

He left cold, his body being a dark cancer filled hole, 

but even when he had left he'd managed to keep just the smallest light inside of him which kept him beautiful for as long as forever.

He was the flickering street light in the pitch black town.

Reviews

[heckos]

This is so emotional and personal, you've really created a beautiful metaphor here for your friend. It reminds me of how I felt the night after my grandfather passed away when I was also only 11 years old.

Some nit-picky corrections: The "o" next to the very first I in the poem, "starring" should be "staring", "fourth" should be "forth", and you have two instances where you wrote a lowercase "i" instead of a capital one.

[Jay Ryan]

Thank you for your review! I definitely should have checked over this before posting.. oops! i'll be sure to do that with my next post, thanks anyways :)

[heckos]

No problem!

[Anastasia_Snow]

Lovely poem! So personal and filled with emotion. Great work!
~Anastasia

[Sapientiam]

This is truly a sentimental, beautiful work of art. You were able to take a horrible experience and find the positives in it. You are brave... I lost a sister at age 10, so I can understand your sorrow. But, you found peace through the memories, which many people can't say. Your friend will surely live on through the memories...

Wonderful work!