You never think it'll hit you like it does,
headlines, top stories, dead classmates.
Subtle news that causes an earthquake,
rumbling through your chest.
It's not your everyday story,
but it seems it's becoming that way.
"Overdosed on ****** I read,
but it doesn't surprise me.
Just another soul the Devil grasped,
torn from the heart and left to pass,
another good man broken down,
another motherless child in doubt.
Another headline gone ignored,
another cry for help lost,
in the drowning sound of the thousands,
trapped beneath the crippling disease.
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 3:27 PM UTC
You never think it'll hit you like it does,
headlines, top stories, dead classmates.
Subtle news that causes an earthquake,
rumbling through your chest.
It's not your everyday story,
but it seems it's becoming that way.
"Overdosed on ****** I read,
but it doesn't surprise me.
Just another soul the Devil grasped,
torn from the heart and left to pass,
another good man broken down,
another motherless child in doubt.
Another headline gone ignored,
another cry for help lost,
in the drowning sound of the thousands,
trapped beneath the crippling disease.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
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