by Elijah Shaw
At the end of my journey
just one more paper,
I've had you all year.
Your graphite is dwindling,
"SNAP!"
Oh no!
How?!
Why?!
My best friend, DEAD
before our last adventure.
I mourn this loss,
nut there's no time to waste.
If I fail this paper there will be no going back.
I turn to my left,
"Do you have a pencil?"
A generous hand gives me his lead,
another best friend
from now til the end.