Reality Strikes

When it strikes like a moving truck,
The pain lingers close.
Never to be lost,
but slowly fades.

Because its just a dream,
An illusion.
They lied, it's not true.
They're late, just lost on the way home.

The vibe of depression encloses the school,
Pools of tears surround groups of students,
The uninformed lie hopelessly,
For those refuse to share the false truths.

Teachers remain emotionless,
He was not yet in their grade.
But they can't ignore the makeup stained cheeks,
Of those so close to the loved ones lost.

The friend of she who does not know,
Helps to share the disillusion,
With the cousin of the cousin of the first lost,
The friend of the uniformed's ex.

Disagreement of the crime scene,
A road crossing,
Or foolish turns in an intersection?
Still an activity of leisure,
Became an excuse to leave the world.

Panic strikes as she had not heard,
In the classes earlier she had heard of an accident,
But here? It was in the capital!
Or maybe there were two.

The younger siblings' heartstrings pulled,
The cloud of melancholy still lingers.
Tears remind us of these unfortunate deaths.

When asking about he accident,
The uniformed female asks her mother.
If truly it was her sister's friend.
A positive response.

Although to direct relation,
Friend of a sister, friend of an ex
There's no denying the guilt felt,
When again informed of the unknown.

The closer of the two had also passed away,
Pulled from his artificial life.
So quickly had they been enjoying life,
So soon, too early, had they been snatched away.

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I wrote this in regard to the accident yesterday where two teens died in a go cart accident. The first to die was an 8th grader, Richy. The other one, Ryan, was sent to the intensive care unit, but was brain dead and they "pulled" the plug. Ryan was in 9th grade, im in 10th so I knew him better. We were in the same class in 3/4th grade (multi-age). I had kinda a grudge because he tore my TY Beanie Baby tag off... Now I just feel guilty.