I wrote this poem about Elijah Davis, a man who passed away at our school. He meant a lot to everyone and I wrote this in his honor. 
Here are the words in case you need them:

Sometimes I wonder
Why we are cursed
With the feeling of loss,
And the situation of never-going-back continuity...
The impossibility--
Of bringing back a loved one;
Either from Heaven,
Or from the other part of the world.

And I wonder;
Why whatever being or force that's up there
Would curse Their own creations
With these dreadful, constant feelings...

Then
I think of mothers and daughters,
Fathers and sons;
And I wonder the same thing about them...
And why a mother would punish a child.
Not because of the child failing,
Or deceiving--
But merely teaching
So the child can learn to feel gratitude
Toward their
Finer things in life

I went to a funeral today,
For a fallen soldier--
A marine man
Who never got to live his dream;
A fallen soldier...
Who fell before the war even started.

The man was a warrior,
A recent graduate--
Who influenced everyone's lives 
Surrounding him

This man was wonderful...
And never deserved this death.

People flooded the church,
With their weary heads,
Their already-teary eyes;
And during the service
There never was a dry eye.
And I do believe
That somehow,
Between the 2 hours of a service,
These community members,
They felt something special:
Felt a little more enlightened,
And a lot lighter

Feeling less as if being
Dragged down;
But more of feeling
Lifted up

As closure

A service of closure

Of enlightenment
Of some positivity, possibly.

Sometimes I wonder...
Wonder why people have this 
Sadness;
Forced upon them,
Then I realize the truth.
A truth:
Merely a definition of the question:

"why me?"

Is answered by the thought of force...
Being forced
To appreciate
Their own happiness--
That sometimes
May be overlooked

Many of us-myself included-
We overlook these things;
The things that,
Subconsciously,
Make us happy

So I've come to the difficult conclusion
That sometimes;
We need something devastating,
Something dreadful;
And constant enough,
To make us remember
These wonderful things...

With that in mind;
It truly is an extreme sadness,
Placed on our shoulders
For this loss;

Of the soldier:

Of this one man army.

A warrior,
Who continues to
Influence
People's lives
That are around him

And will do so

For all of eternity

One Man Influence

A medley I made for Karla Kennedy and her 5th and 6th grade music class.

Paige Apple