Alarm rises as a flock of crows,
A pun of emotions,
Threats on every side —
With it I burn indifference.

In shock,
Panic and bustle
The true support of friends
Warns against false moves,
Even if only in sympathy.

Memory will write with a chisel
Of the accumulation of sufferings…
… And then silence comes.
Strangely enough, a cleansing.