The reports on tv
said he died,
rigor mortis
from hazing.I dont know
who he is
or why I cared
but upon learning
of his last breath
I gasped;
the air suddenly
became painful to breathe
for somewhere
in the wind
is a lost boy;
blowing in our hair,
swaying in the trees,
rattling in our windows,
he becomes everywhere
quietly waiting
to be heard.
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Among the Broken Ones
PoetryA collection of thoughts struggling to find some meaning.