If you're reading this, you are probably going through what many of us are right now: mourning. We are all mourning for Boone. This is his time to shine (not in my usual comedic "Lost" style). Please r and r.
It's not very long. Oh yeah, and when I'm saying "she" or "her", I'm referring to Shannon. I'm sure you know that "he" and "his" is Boone...I mean, it's a lament. Who else died? (I sound so blunt, but it's the way I grieve)
It's rated PG (or now that we've changed the ratings, K+) for some mildly graphic language, nothing too bad. Other than that, I really don't have any warnings.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Lament
Ah, how sweet it was to finally
Feel the pain pass
To feel it cease in the pounding head
The aching limbs
The sickness that crept down his throat as
Blood seeped from his very soul
How sweet it must have been to
Finally let go
To finally feel it all pass
Until his mind began to slowly numb
Never to wake again
Until the clouds overcame his eyes
So he could not see
His lungs weighted
So he could no longer draw in the pain-filled breaths
How sweet it must have been to slip away from pain
What thoughts raced through his mind?
He never thought for himself
She recalls, stroking his forehead
How he wanted to help
To assist
To be wanted
To belong
And he never thought for himself
He was used by others
She thinks, staring into the clear blue eyes that refuse to close
He was taken advantage of
His selflessness
Twisted to their devices
Twisted to hers
How he would do anything
To see her smile
To hear her laugh
To make sure she felt no pain
The pain that was inflicted upon him
That shall never be felt again
And yet how he hated
He hated fiercely
With a passion
With a fire that came only from one
Who has been betrayed
One who has reached out
Only to be pushed away
And he hated her like
He loved her
Is he really gone?
She wonders
His eyes glazed and lifeless, like two blue marbles staring straight
Ahead into her
No,
He will always be there
Even though not walking
Thought not speaking
He will always be there
Because of the marks he made
On their hearts
THE END
Now press that purple button before I start crying.