Twenty Two

Twenty-two a day, a statistic grim,

A silent scream, a life's fading hymn.

Twenty-two hearts, once filled with fire,

Now dimmed, extinguished, a fading pyre.

Twenty-two families, tears in their eyes,

A void in their lives, beneath the skies.

Children left orphaned, a father's ghost,

A love gone silent, a painful cost.

Twenty-two battles, fought within,

A darkness lingers, a haunting sin.

Struggles unseen, a whispered plea,

A desperate need for empathy.

Twenty-two voices, lost in the night,

A plea for help, a fading light.

Let's listen closely, let's see the pain,

And offer solace, to heal the stain.

Twenty-two a day, a call to rise,

To break the silence, open the eyes.

To reach a helping hand, with grace and care,

And offer comfort, beyond despair.

Let's remember twenty-two, and stand tall,

To end the silence, answer the call.

For twenty-two lives, a precious gift,

Let's help them find a reason to lift.