Seven Times

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about the seven stages of grieving.

Submitted: January 02, 2012

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Submitted: January 02, 2012

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I just can't believe that Alice is gone

At 16 years old she was just too young

I don't really know what else to say

Except maybe this will be okay

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I should have visited more to say goodbye

Maybe that way I wouldn't have let her die

There's so much more I could have done

To ensure that all her battles were won

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You stupid cow, what have you done?

You know you're not the only one

Your family, your friends, and me as well

Because you died, we're all in Hell

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When we were small, life itself was a thrill

Back then who'd have known that you'd get so ill

I wouldn't have guessed that soon you'd be gone

I really don't think that I can go on

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Today the phone rang and I didn't jump up

See the lack of your name and begin to well up

Instead I just answered, and spoke to a friend

Who's glad that I'm answering the phone again

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Today my friend and I watched your favourite film

But not to remind us of before you got ill

We watched it because we like it the best

I watched the whole thing without getting depressed

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Because of you, life will never be the same

But my friend helped me make it through the rain

I visited your grave and began to cry

Lay some flowers, saw you, and we said goodbye


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