It Was a Good Morning Until
Out of nowhere, there came
A banging from outside
A feeling of fear overcame
Me as I tried to hide
Then I heard my father's name
And I up and went to his side
And a little flame
Grew as I was alongside
What could have only been a game
Because they took me aside
And told me something of defame,
That my father committed suicide
Written on February 16, 2021
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