"Come" I heard a whisper in the wind

Thoughts running through my mind

Thoughts of a dead and missing friend.

You see flashbacks of the scene

Blood dripping

People screaming

Drips and Drops of angry rain

Trying but not succeeding

To wipe the streets clean from the devastation they have seen

Or was it my cheeks?

I can hear cries of "I didn't mean too"

Sounding out everywhere

The voice sounds familiar

I think I know it from somewhere

Then all I see is black

As I slowing slip into sub-consciousness

And when I wake again

I can't remember a thing.

My flashbacks come to an end

And I start to feel sorrow for my dead and missing friend

As I stand here in this forest

I come to realization

That maybe it isn't sorrow I feel

But guilt.

That I have a secret that nobody knows

Not even me.

But as it slowly comes back to me

I remember

I'm disgusted

So I cry

And I yell

"I'm sorry but I can't tell"

The secret that's tearing me apart

The one that would break my parent's heart

But I can't tell

I won't tell

Or my life is over

But I pray that you know that I didn't me too

I swear that it was an accident

I swear

I swear

Please just forgive me

Set me free

But I still won't tell

I'm sorry but I can't.

The last thing I can remember is

"Come" A whisper in the wind said

But I didn't hear the rest...

"Come, I missed you, sincerely your dead and missing friend."

A/N: Okay so this has to be my all time favorite poem that i have written. It's was written in my Spanish class for my English Class. How weird.

Please review even if you don't like it.

I love constructive criticism.

Signed,

Unwanted Poet