I like this one. I actually wrote this because of some feelings I wasn't able to express in any other way than this. This is my story right now.
Today,
you died,
and you didn't
tell me why.
My questions
met a sigh.
You look like
you've seen Hell.
You won't talk
so I can't tell
If you'll come back
or why you fell.
Your expression
of dread;
I waved,
you just said
'Hi'. My
thoughts fled
any semblance of order. Chaos reigns, and I am confused,
bewildered. I can't even begin to wonder why
you won't even look at me anymore.
In case you didn't notice, the sudden lack of rhyme and reason in the end was symbolic of what happened. Also, do you think I should have put this in narrative poetry?
