Valentine’s Day
I opened my windows to this day, with refreshed vigor
The air that filled my lungs
Were that of Black Saturday
Was that the smell of hopes perished?
Was that the smell of dreams cindered?
Was that the smell of death?
I am hundreds of miles away from this death scene,
I am nothing but an immigrant in this country.
And yet, I weep for the mothers, fathers, daughters, sons, sisters and brothers,
Those who lost everything but their lives,
Those who have to feel the pain and sorrow, every day they wake up.
Would they feel conflicted if they had a funny moment?
Would they feel conflicted if they reprimanded their lil ones for misbehaving, when they should be hugging them?
Would they feel conflicted if memories of this, fades slowly away?
No answers.
No more questions.
The mourning will go on for a very long time.
In everyone’s hearts.
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wow mott.. that is awesome. in your poem… two in one. *winks*
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