Silent Tragedy
A Haiku Reflection on the Pain of School Shootings
By Jason “Jay” BenskinPublished 9 months ago • 1 min read
Credit: Picture Lisa Keller Wallenburg
Chalk dust in still air,
a backpack waits by the door—
names carved into grief.
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Comments (7)
This was haunting!
nice
Wow, no words.
Mic drop...every word hits hard!👍🏾
This event is way tragic and should not ever happen, but it does. School is supposed to be a safe place and even when I was in school one seemed to cross their fingers to be safe and survive the Blackboard Jungle.
My mind instantly goes to places like Dallas reading this one. heartbreaking and haunting.
Awe lovely makes one think for sure ♦️♦️♦️♦️