Brent Long Turf's Literature

This is in loving memory of me friend who died in a car accident. 

Loss of a Friend 

There are many poems of fighting and death, 
I tell of the latter here. 
Even tonight, as I write, 
For a friend I shed many a tear. 
At first I thought they were joking. 
I am still quite shocked. 
I asked them, they were serious. 
This was nothing to be mocked. 
I sob when having breakfast. 
While eating lunch I grieve. 
At dinner I hardly touch my food, and 
As soon as I can, I leave. 
Usually, I go to my room 
Or somewhere soft where I can lie, 
To be alone with my thoughts, 
To curl up and to cry. 
I cried myself to sleep last night 
Thinking, how can this be? 
It seems as if it couldn't have happened, 
Yet in my mind I see. 
If only I could've done something, 
Anything, and I would. 
I visualize the things we've done, 
The bad times and the good. 
Many times through my tears, my stomach is tight and weak. 
I have trouble breathing and am choked with sorrow. 
And when I lay down on my tear-stained pillow, 
I tell myself I'll feel better tomorrow. 
But just when I think that I've calmed down, 
When I start to think, perhaps 
I've gotten over the sadness and pain, 
I suffer a total relapse. 
Every time I hear her name, 
I get all watery-eyed 
I try to hold back the sobs 
Whem somebody calls who knows she's died. 
We weren't exactly the best of friends, but 
I never thought she could die too. 
I just need someone to talk to. 
I feel a little better telling you. 

Loss of a Friend 
Part II 

Now I understand that it's alright 
To be angry, disbelieving or sad. 
I also realize that my friend's 
Passing wasn't all that bad. 
She has gone to a better place 
With no sorrow or tears. 
I hope she's happy in that place, 
Free of stress and fears. 
We'll all share fond memories, 
Times to remember her by, 
Even though there may be some 
Which will make us cry. 
But instead of totally giving in to regret, 
Letting grief pierce our souls like a knife, 
Maybe instead of that, weeping over her death, 
We could celebrate her life. 
Yes, we're all sad she's gone, 
But we'll be together again. 
Yet what great pain could equal that 
Of the loss of a dear, loved friend? 

Loss of a Friend 
Part III 

No more will I 
Despair or cry, 
For I have let her go. 
I am at peace, 
My sadness will cease, 
So I have let her go. 
I believe 
There are no more reasons to grieve, 
And so, I have let her go. 
Any tears I shed 
Will be happy instead. 
I have let her go. 
She has well-earned her rest 
For her life was the best 
Of any friend I know. 
And as I bid her farewell today, 
This I will say: 
I will miss her, but will let her go. 
~by Bren Longturf~