Sustained, lifeless above the ground.
Perilous, vacillating between thoughts.
Poison, the killer of choice.
And life, the absence of everything.
The requiem, the future reality.
The loss, the love.
The friends, the emptiness.
The result, the dying.
Immense, the crowded area.
Still, the oppressed air.
Hovering, silenced noise.
Crying, for the dead.
People feel the loss.
They are those who cry.
Saddened by the tragedy.
And forced to cope.
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