His final breath

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a fictional poem.

Submitted: August 13, 2007

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Submitted: August 13, 2007



On one terrifying day in Vietnam my friend was shot.

Most people would've been afraid to die but he was not.

I held him as he took his final breath.

It broke my heart to witness his death.

Before he died, he asked me to look after his wife and kids.

When I came home, that's exactly what I did.

I've given his family moral support over the years.

I've comforted them every time they've shed their tears.

I'm not sure if a broken heart can ever fully mend.

They lost a great father and husband and I lost my best friend.

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