The day after that terrible day,
When even last hopes were all but gone,
The day after was ever harder
When that slimmest shred of hope
Had been blasted forcefully away.
Still later the frantic and despairing plea
To be carried to that place of dread,
That terminal of last frenzied hope
Still seeking the coldest and most remote avenue of help.
But all roads now were closed, all doors were shut
Against the spirit that could only utter, "Why?"
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