The Lost

A Poem by Sam

death is a killer of circumstance,

the life of an innocent taken by chance.

the thought in your mind is that of dread,

the forces of fate have revealed him dead.

i remember the laughes, the times we shared,

my only wish is that he had been spared.

we will love him forever, no matter the cost,

but sorrow will never bring back the lost.

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Added on January 3, 2011
Last Updated on January 3, 2011

im sam. ummm im just basically a people person. i enjoy spending time with friends and family. more..