Author: SouthernMitchie3 PM
This poem is about..... I'll let you figure that out.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Mystery/Tragedy - Words: 332 - Published: 02-23-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2893769
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"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
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
That I have a secret that nobody knows
Not even me.
But as it slowly comes back to me
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
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.