Whispered gossip in the wind
Stung and wounded sharper than a knife’s edge
Amidst the grief and the tears
She heard the clarion of blame
Must be the parents’ fault,they said
All that pressure to please
She heard it all, cradling his head in her lap
Why, my boy? It was just an exam.
This was inspired by a recent article that I read about how a 19-year-old committed suicide because she didn’t get into a course of her choice. I was moved by the absolute tragedy and futility of such a step.
This is written in response to the theme prompt
‘They said he died because they wouldn’t accept him’
for the week of 55-word posts over at