Yesterday I lost a friend. I’ve never experienced death quite like this. I’ve had grandparents die, but we were never that close. I had a friend die when I was seven, but I don’t think I really understood. I think it was seeing her body and saying goodbye to her that was hard. I could barley move or talk for a couple days.
Anyways I didn’t start to write this to explain what had happened, but more what it inspired.
After hating school for all the these years I took the plunge to go back and finish it up. I’m in an English class and we are currently going over Poetry–my mortal enemy ( or so I thought). After the death of my friend yesterday(seems like the longest weekend), for some reason the inspiration to write my experience about my time in the hospital came to mind and I started writing poems about it. From there I have now written more than just about her death, but I wanted to share with you what I have written. The first out of many:
The Waiting Room
In the waiting room we hope for the best
Your heart unwillingly beats beneath your chest.
In the waiting room we talk and wonder
While your body rests in an infinite slumber.
Poetry
I hated poetry till this dark day
Funny, how it works that way.
With it’s big words and mystery
All it ever did was give me misery
In class I would yawn and space out
What the fuck is this about
Now that you’re gone I have something to say.
I hated poetry till this dark day
Funny, how it works that way.
All My Best,
Mike
3 Comments
October 19, 2009 at 5:32 am
Mike, I am truly sorry for you loss. Wishing you comfort during this time of hurt.
October 19, 2009 at 12:43 pm
I’m really sorry to hear about this. Losing a friend is especially rough.
On a positive note: I think you have a real talent for poetry. Keep at it!
October 21, 2009 at 9:57 am
thanks guys, doing better….heard her organs saved 4 lives, so at least it wasn’t in vain