Death Of A Friend Poetry Novels & Stories

My life's a feat though I've tasted defeat. I have fought so true as my heart beats. Go away memory, go away, go away! Leave with my soul as my body falls in the hay. Let there be strown on my lonely grave. Honor me as a friend, a warrior so brave. Tis, my last words shall be brought forth. As the deadly solstice forest embraces my fate. Remember me. Remember me, with or without grace...

If it wasn't for me, her mate would have been alive right now. My tears don't stop either. In that moment I know that something inside me has truly died along with Kendra and I know that it is never coming back again, just like I won't ever get my friend back again no matter how hard I try. Because there are some things that are just out of our control.

His voice was a solemn vow, yet it sounded hollow, a promise whispered into the wind. He leaned in, his lips brushed my cheek, a feather-light touch that felt like a goodbye. Then, he was gone. The door clicked shut, leaving me alone in the sudden, echoing silence. "Death is here," I whispered, the words tasting like ash in my mouth. My life, like a fragile glass, had just shattered into a million pieces.

A foul odor hung heavy in the air, a combination of the unwashed cloth, my unwashed body, and the general neglect of the room. The reflection of myself I saw in the mirror was that of a stranger. The bright smile, the spark in my eyes were all replaced by a hollowness mirroring the emptiness they felt inside. I was a perfect reflection of a soul in mourning, a testament to the devastation that losing a close friend can leave behind.

Her mother had demanded her body be cremated since her death was shrouded in a kind of mystery, which to me, was no mystery. Gova was my friend till her dying moment. She died the death that was meant for me, and that was such a bitter experience. Imagine being rejected, picked up by a strange guy, and losing your best friend in just a couple of odd hours. I didn’t bother to dab the tears that was threading its way down my cheek. A torch of fire was brought in and handed over to the pack’s priest, who held it up above his head, such that we all had to look up to see the torch burning like youthful strength, and flickering like a rush of adrenalin.

Goodness sighed. "I doubt it will be normal for any of us who has lost a friend. But, when we start to live life as if our very end is closer to us than expected, we will be lost in endless circles we can never recover from. Our thoughts about it will tie us down and take every sense of peace we have in our mind then all we can think about is what we should have done, what we should not have done, how we would have made them feel loved and why we didn't love them enough. If it gets worse, we may find it difficult to live properly," Goodness said. The same way he told me with an open, accepting way that he wanted to be my friend the first day we met. I thought about what he said for a while.

I’m frozen, rooted to the spot, my mind refusing to accept the grim truth before me. He won’t ever run to greet me again, his tail wagging with unbridled joy. He won’t ever bark again, his voice a comforting presence in the silence of my home. He won’t ever be there to chase away the loneliness, to love me unconditionally. They killed him. He killed him. … He’s dead…

Dominus asked. "I think that is something who can hurt you if you just showed yourself. My friend is not here anymore…" Her voice started to lower down, with her sudden sad eyes. "He has been killed by the Hunters. I thought I could save him that day but I didn't come early. I didn't even see his corpse since we don't consider burials. He was thrown away after that. I wish we could see each other in our next life and spend more time with each other." Dominus patted her shoulder after that. Trying to comfort her. Losing a friend that we treasure the most can be the most painful thing we can feel. "I am okay now, don't worry about me because I know wherever he is. He is always guiding me."

I was screaming, one long, endless note of loss and grief as my friend lifted the knife and plunged it into his own chest. ***

I hope the currents will bring me somewhere with a large population of people so they could find my dead body as soon as possible. I am losing my breath. Everything seemed to be growing darker and darker. It was very cold and freezing too, my hands and fingers felt stone cold and I could no longer move them anymore. Goodbye Amy. Goodbye Noah. Goodbye Harrison. Goodbye Kanika. Goodbye Phoebe. Goodbye everybody that considered me as their friend. .