Why

Drowning in  the depths of despair
Their waves of guilt and impotence
Thundering through  his brain
The roar drowning out
The anguished pleas
Of family and friends.

Trapped within the unscalable heights
Of  torment
Walls rendered impenetrable 
By his tortured deafness
His mind thrashed 
For a way of escape.

Born of the gilded generation
This doomed Icarian youth
Lured by the amber flame of a vitreous sun
And beaten down by mental  strain
Listened for the approaching whistle
And stepped lightly into the void.

The windscreen thump
The driver's startled and pallid face
The screech of brakes
The acrid stench of scorching flesh
And the line at a standstill.

Once the wreckage was cleared
Left behind were the wounds
Lightly to crust over
But beneath, the ever gaping wound
That will never heal.

Just graze the surface
And the pain and questions
Come flooding back.

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