My best friend's sister

I gotta' phone call today morning,
from my best friend,
he cried all the 6 min and 38 seconds'
and yet, didn't find peace,
because it was a dead-end.

A dead-end of Emma,
My best friend's sister.
And he loves her so much
as he got no one but her.

And he got me,
yeah me, for i was the only one to take his call this morning
as it was definite,
for now he got only and only me.

 Emma is no more,
because those young boys couldn't control their desire,
as they were deeply drunk,
and frustrated,
and they got Emma in hand.

Last night, someone reached heaven, torned,
and some be slaves of hell for ever.
And if their is something left,
that is my best friend and his grief,
And my helpless tear, for my lover.

Reviews

[Kathrin S]

What a sad poem! I liked it, the pacing was good and the story you told was fascinating.

Here are a few grammatical things I noted while reading:

- gotta' -> got a

- today morning -> this morning

- torned -> torn

- their is something -> there is something