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Nov 2013
The moment when IΒ Β heard those words
All I could do is sit and stare and try not to react
Too many eyes that might see my fear
Too many ears that might hear my screams
Can not cry have to stay calm oh so hard
Must be strong have to be there for him
I pray hard and think positive thoughts
Hoping that it is going to be enough

Visit him as they pump his body with poison
Barely make it to the car before the tears come
Try to compose myself but I can not seem to stop
But I go back again and again and try to act like all is normal
Sit with him and tell him it is all going to be okay
Who am I God how can I tell him it is going to be okay
I want to be a warrior and invade his body and seek out the enemy
But that is not for me to do for I am not God

So I turn to my faith and pray to God
Please don't take my best friend from me
All I can do is hope that he is listening
Written by
Christine Morrone  Illinois
(Illinois)   
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