Romans & histoires Poem About Friend Dying

I was lonely Until you came A friend you were truly We played handball and some other games My joy knew no bounds Seeing you jumping at me, making barking sounds In the mall, On the lawn At bedtime when everything is quiet and still And in the street, on the floor, on the road, on the hill I fed you with food You fed me with company Our friendship was very smooth And I could not see between us any suffering You were my personal belonging You made my nights and mornings One morning came and you left You said goodbye but it hurt I knew it won't be fine anymore and I did fret But it seemed that was my lot You are my friend But you brought me pain It was not something you did intentionally send

I will take you out" said my friend. Tear drops wetted my eyes as I remembered the last few words of my friend. I held Allen baby in my hand and gave my hand to my friend. He took us out hardly. I was shocked to see my friend. He got injured deeply. Blood is oozing out from his forehead. Allen was lightly injured as she was in my hand, I held her tightly. Then without the delay, we both took Manvi from the car. She was in a very critical situation her leg bones were get fractured. My friend and I cried by seeing her situation and she was about to faint. Her lost words to her husband, "I am sorry my dear. I have a dream to live with you for many years but I never expected that my life would e

There’s little to no privacy between us, but this does not stop her from trying to ask me questions. “Did you have any friends when you were young?” My mother asks me while I am busy cleaning the grave of my father. I thought about her question for a while and could only think of Maxwell as my childhood friend. “I did.” “Did? Aren’t you two still friends?” “He’s dead. Even if he were alive, I wouldn’t dare call him my friend. I would rather die instead.” My mother and the nurse who is with her both looked lost for words. They must not have expected such an innocent conversation to take such a turn. From my peripheral view, I saw my mother and the nurse exchanging worried glances.

(I am their friend) I quickly went to my mama’s grave and fell to my knees. What kind of friendship, What kind of past mama? Your friends were the ones that betrayed you. I broke down at the thought. The rich are heartless. I caressed the tomb. Look what they had done to you. How cruel! How heart-wrenching to be killed by the people you always had faith in. I showered the grave with my tears. Pity it is to be killed my the people we love.

How I wish I could wipe that smug smirk with a tissue smeared in poop. The reaction I gave was another warning growl. I am fed up with getting cornered and chased. Everywhere I go is danger, so this decision is not something I would regret. I made my move and sprinted towards him yet his men jumped on me and tried to slow me down. It was only a moment, but that little moment was enough to take my friend’s life. My eyes were dead set on them as I flung my enemies to death. There’s the last two words I read from my friend’s lips that affected my nerves.

He kissed my head and caressed my back. “Shhh. Stop crying. Take a rest now. I’ll be here for you. I’ll hold you,” he said soothingly. I shook my head and burrowed my face on his chest, my face still soaked with the tears. “My best friend is dead, Von. Laurie is dead and I wasn’t able to save her. I am a failure. I wasn’t too attentive at her. She has always been there for me to listen to all my problems in life but when she needed me, I wasn’t there for her, Von. S-She called me. Even in her last breath, she is still thinking about me, Von. And now s-she’s dead. My best friend is dead, Von.”

I was breaking apart and nothing could heal me. "Yes, you can ask me anything." I spoke in between tears. My eyes were red and puffy from crying, this wasn't how I planned to see the end of my best friend in the universe. Words died on my lips as life itself felt like a curse. A curse on my heart. The only person I'd ever loved so fiercely, was dying in my arms. Did you ever fall in love with me?

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.

The room seemed to close in around me, suffocating me with its silence. As I walked away, the sound of my sobs echoed through the empty hallway, a haunting reminder of the friendship I had lost. I trudged back to the palace, my heart heavy with the weight of loss. The pain of losing my best friend, who had been my confidant and companion for years, gnawed at my soul. The grandeur of the palace, once a source of comfort, now seemed oppressive and suffocating.

She was in so much pain that it had to hurt me so much that I could not even know what to say to her. "You bitch," I spat as the boss as she gave up the ghost final from my friend thrust "Oh, my goodness," I said as I held my friend in my arms. Tears were very much my friend that instant, and I could not get much of them as they just flowed freely from my face. Everything I could ask for now is gone; the only friend that I once had is dying in my hands, and I could not just control myself. She held my hand so tight as she had to try to bear with the pain; it was all over her, and I could see it very clearly just from her eyes alone.