Lightning strikes all around me, picking off names I almost
know. Who will be next? Where is the reason? Just out of sight, just out of
reach
their silence echoes down hallways, in rooms and halls and
stalls and houses, through trees down sidewalks under bridges until it fills
the sky, asking
why?
Written in response to the many deaths and suicides in our world today. While death is a part of life and has always been and will always be, it seems that our society has an unusual stigma about death and also that there are more suicides than ever before.
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