Thursday Morning

Thursday morning, just like any other I wake up. the vibe is different. I have yet to find out, but something is wrong It's not yet sorrow or anger Just a feeling I cannot describe And til this day it remains the same Something is wrong In a lit up box, a pile of metal Turning into something I can discern There I realize I have seen this before I'm still not sure, but something is wrong Captions appear and I see "fatal" Yet what followed brought the pain one which I could not feel nor explain Something is wrong A name & I knew who it belonged to Surrounded by spare words & blue And just above a bold headline that grew Now its certain, something is wrong Now I'm here looking at the owner of the name An innocent young lady, a daughter, my friend From warm-hearted & lively to lying stiff & cold No doubt in my mind, something is wrong