He died

I can not hear children‘s laughter.

I can hear the people

living their happy lives

while others die.

The tears are runnning the whole day.

I try to distract me

but whatever I do, I face the children‘s face

that died.

I face my own fears, the parent‘s despair,

the shock in all them.

I feel my own loss. I feel how it was.

I know how it feels.

I am dissolved in several parts.

I feel I am not here.

I want to sink.

I want to disappear.

copyright by Magical whispers/I. Normann, 26/08/2019