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.