Shes Gone Poem by Heather A. Inman

on a boat in the middle of the atlantic
we get a call that makes me frantic
shes dead, to myself i think
it hurt so bad im on the brink
of breaking down and going insane
because i know that i cant rephrane
from this feeling of loss

i sit on the floor tears streaing down my face
barley able to see any trace
of fear on my parents facade
i wish i could trade
this feeling for anything else
but i know i must try
i just cant lie
to myself that im over it
cause i know this feeling wont quit

so im left with this pain
its so heavy i would need a crane
to pull it off of me
so i can finally be free
and have a gaurentee
so i can see
that life isnt always what it meant to be