Still holding on that you were going to be okay.
I lost all hope as the hearse drove away.
Looking blankly into the faces around me.
Everything seemed to stop.
No ticking on the clock.
Couldn't hear anything at all.
Even now, I can’t hear that day, but I feel it.
About the Creator
Steven Rice
Growing up I had many visions of what I wanted to be when I grew up. At times I was relentless on becoming a Power Ranger or a writer. After thirty years, the path that seems most obtainable is becoming a writer.
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