Author’s Note: This was written after I read about one more tragedy to someone under 30. Some are suicides, some are homicides, and some are just unknown causes. And yet I feel lost… like I have my finger in a dam that’s ready to break and no one hears as I try to cry for help. Melodrama?

We walk the long, dark hall
Heavy, syrupy, saccharin, morose
Reaching for any touch
Yet unseen, unknown

Some can see the light
They creep, they crawl
Dragging toward the end

Others get lost in darkness
Alone, faltering, failing
Folding into fetal curls

A focus tunneled on the end of the line
Ensures the fetal never develop
And simply die
Potential vaporizing


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