His final breath

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is a fictional poem.

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.

Submitted: August 13, 2007

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this is fantastic.!!! love it.

Thu, April 16th, 2015 10:47am

pen masterrr

Emotions are flying. Ooh

Fri, May 1st, 2015 10:42am



Fri, May 1st, 2015 12:17pm


Sadly enough this is probably my favorite of your poems. Both content and the way you executed your story and feelings. Great Job Regards Hopefulpengram.

Thu, September 10th, 2015 5:32am


Beautiful.. Beautiful....Beautiful!

I LOVE IT! Nice job! Chao, Kawaii~Sama

Fri, December 4th, 2015 1:22am

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