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Voices chime from above An announcement From the principle Like any other day Until words spilled Into everyone's ears And something was off In the tempo of his voice Confident, normally firm Today's quivered and broke Text usually spoken over Silenced such ignorant teens "Good Morning" Still optimism and chance That news would be absent That peace would be restored "I'm sorry to inform you..." Hope for something minuscule That enchiladas won't be served That bus 208 broke down "Two students passed away" Possibility it's no one you knew That it would be someone else's fate That the burden isn't your own "Harold and Cynthia Green" Denial of this truth That they couldn't really be gone That you saw them yesterday The intercom cuts off The life you knew cuts off Desire for more information For more closure Now sitting in solace Questions stab into minds With no answers to cure With no ability to cope Why such good friends? Why such perfect people? Left with little to nothing Left with but a flash of vague
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Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC
Harold and Cynthia Green
Voices chime from above An announcement From the principle Like any other day Until words spilled Into everyone's ears And something was off In the tempo of his voice Confident, normally firm Today's quivered and broke Text usually spoken over Silenced such ignorant teens "Good Morning" Still optimism and chance That news would be absent That peace would be restored "I'm sorry to inform you..." Hope for something minuscule That enchiladas won't be served That bus 208 broke down "Two students passed away" Possibility it's no one you knew That it would be someone else's fate That the burden isn't your own "Harold and Cynthia Green" Denial of this truth That they couldn't really be gone That you saw them yesterday The intercom cuts off The life you knew cuts off Desire for more information For more closure Now sitting in solace Questions stab into minds With no answers to cure With no ability to cope Why such good friends? Why such perfect people? Left with little to nothing Left with but a flash of vague
Inspired by a recent loss of two students within my life
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Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC
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