R.I.P

The pierce of the bullet, the sound I regret,

The stain of his blood, the mark god's repent,

 

I will not forgive him he takes them so young,

My best friends pain at the end of the gun,

 

He cries and he moans, he tells me his hurt,

I wipe away the tear, the blood mixed with dirt,

 

My heart is now strangled, my soul tore to shreds,

Calling out for help for my undeserving friend,

 

I did this to my pal and I deserved the shot,

Instead he was taken from the greed that I sought,

 

 

What was the cause, why did it end in sorrow,

I see it drain from his eyes, his life, now god's to borrow

Author's Note

R.I.P J.P this is contraversal to the family so i am no longer allowed to show the info :(

Reviews

[HorrorMaster]

Aww very sad poem.

[Aleah]

Its so sad. :(

[Khaaki]

d poem is full of agony and helplessness... death makes every one surrender... gud write...

[godmandistfu]

I just about cried, this is so sad. :(
Great work though.

[Ruth]

This is touching, I am sorry that it is in dedication :(
Beautifully questioning the event, moving work hon
xx

[Haifa]

Really sad poem, I am sorry to hear that. You did really good job on this poem, I could feel the pain and the sadness you had. Great poem

[Dave M. Pitman]

a sad and beautiful poem. Good job.

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

This was really sad. I thought it was good...

[Richard Williams]

A real sad poem bravely written.

[Coyote Poetry]

A very sad poem. Death leave us confused and pissed off. No matter who is at fault. We grief for missed people and ain't easy to understand. A powerful poem.
Coyote