I sit montionless. Reflecting as time ticks by.
I can't get over her chills and destroyed home.
I often has nightmares....cringing at the thought that someone could spill...
spill so much blood and hate over land.
Is it really worth losing all the ones you love to this so called "justice" from the other side?
The only thing left...glistening in the dark are some Chrysanthemums my Mother gave her...
before she went to heaven. The slaughter haunts me still....like cold ,dark, impatient chills....
today....i"ll have the courage to wake up again....
and visit their graves.
