December day

It was a cold and windy December day,

When my friend sadly passed away.

This was the day when a Man with a Bomb,

took away my friends life.

I shut my eyes,

praying it was just a dream,

But unfortunately it was reality,

the most awful thing I had ever seen.

I can still remember her last screams,

and the fear in her eyes,

And her last words were "I don't want to die"

I can still see her lying there on the ground,

with her own blood all around.

I watched her die,

there was nothing I could do,

And as She died,

a part of me died too.

(I wrote this poem from deep within my heart. It is a true poem and I would like to share my version of events the day my friend lost her life. It is about my friend)