I know, it's starting to come together now, isn't it? There is still more left to thi story. I will now fill in the blanks from the last poem: after the death of my friend, I started hating myself for what had happened to him. I then started to hate him for how he had handled the situation... I guess that was the best way I was able to handle the problem at the time. In the beginning of this story, I took the perspective of how my friend would see the afterlife. I then took it to how I felt through what had happened. The pain and the anguish I had felt could not be summed into words... I tried my best, though. "I need one more start..." that was pertaining to myself wishing I could have done something to stop the ordeal, but to no avail. See how everything is falling into place? Cool, huh? I thought so.
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