At The End Of The Line Poem by NikMorgan ...

Looking for nothing
They came to the end of the line
They found a fate accompli
And to this cruel fate they did resign

A town in turmoil
Sunshine’s gone away
Darkest clouds gather overhead
Death has come to stay

Not the death of age
Nor the death of illness malign
It is the death of wasted youth
A death of their own design

Tragic apparitions
Escaping hurt and pain
Looking for a stillness
Dying in the rain

A sadness has enveloped
Made this town ill at ease
Our disaffected children
Are hanging in the trees

Shrines appear
Built by flowers and tears
There is acceptance and understanding
Signs that every parent fears

We talk in hushed voices
Be careful what we say
We dread the whispering freedom
And who it may snatch away

Gathering at a cemetery
Some watch, others weep
Some feel morbid jealousy
They too dream of eternal sleep