Strung Out
I first witnessed one
of journalism's
many deaths
on the floor
of my college's
student newspaper
when I peeked in
to a closed door
saw three people
go on to become
unnamed sources
and plot my story,
lackluster ending
left to police logs.
I left, narrative
dangling, never
in my control again.
Only steps ahead,
I declare daily,
No end...not today...
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