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Calm dark night turned panicked. Rain thumps my head. At first, it’s all silent then madness. I hear the cries the sirens. The panic settles deep the fear creeps up. Family gathers death arrives. The day we are supposed to worship the Lord I beg him instead don’t leave me alone. Don’t take him away. Angry I turn away I cry alone. I mourn what I lost. I struggle with grief. It doesn’t get better. It gets easier. It never goes away, but no longer am I alone
About the Creator
When the Shelter Closes
Across the street from my house, a man slept under a tree, his dog by his side. My first, naive thought: he must be traveling through. But he kept coming back, often sleeping there during the day. Then it hit me—that person might not have a home.
By Bride of Sound4 days ago in Humans
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This is haunting in the quietest way. I can feel the moment you’re remembering