I wrote today, which I believe is April 10,2002…my brother is in the hospital. I wrote this cause hospitals always make me feel depressed and I'm constantly thinking about hobbits. Hope you like it ^_^



As I sit here

All on my own

I worry about my friend,

My Merry.

His hands are cold,

His face pale,

He doesn't smile,

Doesn't see me.

I look at him,

He's blurry through my tears.

With out him I feel so small

Like a child among these big men.

Aragorn finally came,

I leave the room.

So he doesn't see my grief,

I can't let him see my tears.

After a moment I go back in.

I don't bother to hide it anymore.

That fact that I'm crying,

And feeling lost and forsaken.

I don't want to lose him,

He's my best friend,

And I love him,

I want him to always be here with me.

Some time has passed,

They say he's alright.

That he's only sleeping,

So I stay here beside him.

I stay here and watch

As his chest rises more.

He opens his eyes

And smiles at me, knowing how I've felt.