Treasure Island

Ariana Richardson


Cancer.


You were falling,
Falling into a sea of nonexistance.
I remember the feel of your presence,
Dark, cold, lonely.
Skin and bones you were,
Barely Alive.
I loved the memories,
Of us dancing in Summer.
I now hate the memories,
You have become.
You were my heart,
I was your brain.
The deep brown of your eyes,
they matched mine.
I will not forget them,
I will never forget,
You.

Submitted: Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, March 12, 2014

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The story behind this poem is the depression I had towards my best friend's death from Cancer.

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