The glass shards are all about telling a tale of violence,
Greatly contradicting the eerie silence
I walk about surveying the scene
Looking, gazing for something that cannot be seen
A signal, a glimmer of what it all means.
Tears slip down my cheeks: the shock is too much
I gaze about; I fall into despair’s clutch.
With a heart that is rent, strength that is spent
Falling to my knees, falling into the eerie silence
I become surreal for the shards about me speak.