Sonnet on the Death of a Friend

My best friend died last week.
As go through life now i feel so weak.
Somedays i don't even want to speak.
Maybe I'll just drown myself in the creek.
It's the only way to escape the pain
And agony, while she who is slain
Lies far away without a name.
I should have died; I have nothing to gain
From living on. she was beautiful and young,
From the field of life was she sprung;
But from the tree in the woods was she hung.
And all the bells in the town have rung
Of her death to all far and wide,
Till all had heard that she had died

In memory of
Maria Hendon,
1988-2004