October 10, 2017
By Anonymous

Why is it, I wonder
That it takes tragedy
To bring unity
An improvised ceremony for one
That was the unfathomable reality
Because the unthinkable had been done
Due to a mask worn to hide true identity
A room filled to the maximum
Without an empty chair
And some even stood
Yet among hundreds not a word was spoken
Heads were bowed
Tears were shed
In that moment judgement faded away
Regardless of social status
It did not matter who you were
Together we had become one
Sorrow filled the town
Slowly it would heal
But never be the same

The author's comments:

This poem is about the powerful memorial the following day after a fellow student at my school committed suicide.

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