When you i died my world became unreal.
The torture in my heart invented fear.
I shall not now recover said my mind
Staggering, deaf and dumb and nearly blind.
The past and future split by an abyss
Was my former comfort mere hubris ?
Unable tto accept the help nearby
I feared that I myself would surely die..
The firmness of conviction disappeared
No metaphor no symbol no ideas.
Walking on the grey and desolate soil
Like a mother with a dying child
I could not stay there nailed to any tree.
I had to save the child and that was me
Through this anguish refugees still walk.
We’re live ike frightened children in the dark.
How my heart sings 