When She Died At 16

when she died at sixteen
that early morning the rain fell

you look at the sky
on the limitless horizon

at the infinite possibilities
that she could have become

the clouds are darker
than you expected

sometimes you do not like the rain
the darkness and the scream inside your heart

you like to deny them
their sad existence but they had always been there

even before you learned to defy
inside your thoughts crying

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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