My Best Friend

Death was everywhere.

It was at my door.

My best friend had been taken.

Swept away.

By Death itself.

I was utterly alone.

Death had a way of creeping up on you.

Or at least that's what she told me.

I felt it, always.

Creeping, lurking, watching, waiting.

Waiting for it's chance to strike.

I walk alone, but not yet alone.

Because while my best friend's body died.

Her spirit is now my guide.

Reviews

[Jay. E. V.]

This is eerily sad=) i'll leave it at that;D

[......]

Sad but hopeful, nicely done

[MonFleur]

Your best friend is more alive than you think :) .She is finally done with her job, her Master told her "you did well done, My child" that was in her dream from the above :)

[Lost in Wonderland]

This is a nice, dark poem with a touch of bittersweetness at the end. Nice work