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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Umang

this is fantastic.!!! love it.

Thu, April 16th, 2015 10:47am

pen masterrr

Emotions are flying. Ooh

Fri, May 1st, 2015 10:42am

ananyags

Heartbreak

Fri, May 1st, 2015 12:17pm

hopefulpengram

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

HaloKarou

Beautiful.. Beautiful....Beautiful!

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

Fri, December 4th, 2015 1:22am

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