Thinking of You Animorphs is K.A.'s, this poem is mine. And again, this probably sounds like other AM poems. I dunno. I haven't been keeping track. If it does, sorry. I DID write this ALL by myself, though. Really and truly. So, I'm sorry if this sounds kinda like a rip-off of someone else's poem... I really didn't mean it if it happens to be that way... I'm gonna quit babbling now....

Thinking of You

I'm sitting quietly here

Nothing to say, nothing to do.

Think of the fight.

Think of what I've done to you.

Sometime I wish I'd never been.

Sometime I'm glad I am.

But it's always there, that horrid sin,

Of being glad I'm in with them.

Doing drugs, getting high,

Off violence, off blood

Off those horrid cries.

See them trying to run.

Trying to flee,

But I stomp them down,

Laughing in glee.

Me, just being me.

I wonder why,

I wonder how,

I'd ever fought.

I wish I hadn't, now.

I've done some things,

I wish I'd not.

Fought some battles,

I wish I hadn't fought.

But that's in the past,

That's gone for good.

But the aftermath will always last.

I wish I could cry.

I really do.

But I'm so, so cold,

Thinking of you.

I hadn't realized the pain,

Until you died,

I hadn't seen how vain,

How much I'd lied.

Now I'm sitting here,

Cold, cold, cold.

I'm enveloped in fear,

No longer as bold.

Where are you now?

Where did you go?

Please come back.

I need you more than I know.

I can't cry.

I can't fly.

I can't laugh.

I can't fight off

Death's horrid wrath.

Tell me what to do.

Tell me how.

Or else I'll just sit here

All alone,

Thinking of you.