LITR 3731 Creative Writing 2006

Keely Flom

28 August 2006

Dark Day

Rain beats down like tears—

The spew of bloodshot eyes.

Trying to figure out why

It was his choice to die.

This dark day that was chosen

for us to remember him,

looking back,

was made so much more grim

with thoughts and wondering;

If he knew the future

would he still have said goodbye?

With all of our fury

for his bleak decision,

With all of our anger

and no way to let go.

We can only remember him,

and let the tear drops flow.