In the dimness you whispered
Your young life away
Begging, “please don’t leave me here”
But how can I stay and still remain human?
Milky, cloudy, blind
Could not see the light from dark.
It is better, then,
Or else you would have starved for color
The way you starved for food.
I see and so I feel
Is it hubris to think like this?
I call it truth; truth you do not know
Whose absence you feel
But cannot understand.]
The silence was your voice
Drifting, drifting, not all there
Drifting, drifting, disappeared.
LC Anderson High School
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