Forgotten Friend

I am your forgotten friend

My body old and decayed

My breath is as stale as bread

My skin shriveled and gone

I am supposed to always be on your mind

I am rotting in a casket

I am waiting for you to think of me

My last wish is to be in your thoughts

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I had to write this for class. One of my friends told me it was good and I wanted to see what other people think. Don't expect much, I'm in ninth grade. Stupid Fishies, if you know what I mean.

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There will always be people

There will always be people not with us today, and sometimes life is so busy we forget. Great write.

running_with_rabbits's picture

losing friendship is hard and

losing friendship is hard and this poem seems to put the pain out for all of us to feel and consider when ending friendship ourselves


thanks for the share

Much Love


Muin's picture

Abbie "Is" Awesome.... Great

Abbie "Is" Awesome....

Great write....



a.griffiths57's picture

    Quite a morbid write this



Quite a morbid write this poem, a good recital for the scarmongering season of Haloween, I think. Your poem is well written and is very descriptive creating scary images.

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Rotted, old, decayed... and

Rotted, old, decayed... and still wanting. Wow Abbie. That's so halloweenish. Love it!!


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "