Series of poems: One Year Later pt 4
Paige
There is a funk in the air
I can sense it's this time again as of last year
It's been a year since my nephew's departure
Since I've heard his voice or his lecture
How can it be
It feels nothing of the same to me
Every one's in their own little world
Afraid of that planking board
One things for sure
We will never be the same again as before
His death took a toll on our souls
On who we call friend and who are really fouls
Just as that elder
Who took him from us for the 'better'
I wish I could've got my hands on him
But I also wish this wasn't as it did appear
I know he can't come back
But deep down, I wish things could be on track
But never again
Because I will never call someone I don't know 'friend'
I love you my nephew
I just wanted what was best for you
Though I will never recover
I will find you once again as Wyatt's brother
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