The Freshman Suicide

A freshman committed
Suicide 
Died last night,
I hear the wail
Of robbed potential,
The silent home
A room, empty,
Where homework 
Should be studied,
Driving lessons 
Rehashed,
Proms planned, 
Eventually weddings, childbirth 
Joyful transition 
Parent
To grandparent,
Planning OUR funerals,
Not of a child. 
Funerals for children 
Brutal
Life is fragile. 

On  Writing 

I entertained other paths

Other work
But this remains strong 

I guess I cannot
Escape
Thus I should
Surrender
Into,
Then through,
My fear

Only I shall remain 

Seattle’s Rain Has Returned

Rain has returned
It feels more like Seattle
The one of my memory



So much of my life has been spent in the presence of Seattle’s rain. Though it chills my skin, it warms my heart.

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