By Rhoda Maribojoc
Grade 9 - Mercy
Everybody feels the sorrow
Over the time that they borrow.
And now, you’re gone.
You were shot with a gun.
I burst into tears.
This was my worst of fears.
We never said goodbye,
And now I can't help but cry.
The memories we had
Were both good and bad.
And now you’re with Him.
You were nothing but a dream.
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