The poem without a name

My professor told me that not every poem needs a name. I couldn’t find a name for this visual poem I wrote, so I’m just going to show you, and you can figure out what you want to call it.

I think that suits it even better because the experience (or tragedy) I’m talking about is different for everyone, and you can call it what you want to.

Without further ado, here’s my first visual poem.