Loss

I wonder about many things

and I wonder about loss

not just loss 

but how people handle it,

some are sad

some are angry 

some cry

some are shocked

some blame

some wonder what they could have done

some want to remember

some want to forget

and some like me,

write it down. 

Estelle

VT

18 years old

More by Estelle

  • Skipping stones

    One word, one stone,
    Flat and smooth.
    One lake, one life.
    One stone
    Is flung at the water.
    The ripples spread out like a fan.
    Each ripple changes the water,
    Churning up the sand.
    It hits once, twice, again and again.
  • It Still Hurts

    I look just like you,

    Pale skin, light hair.

    Do you know my blood is a little bit different?

    You might not notice,

    The little things, that show I am different.

    You might notice an accent in a couple words,
  • Keep Them Close

    Friends are there for you if you ask,
    Best friends are there before you even think about it.

    With friends you have to talk,
    With best friends you can just sit side by side, knowing that they are there.