Poem

There’s so much pain,and I can’t block it out.

But on the other hand it’s like I just can’t feel anymore.

We don’t grasp in large numbers what’s it about.

We feel when we hear something small.

About a little girls dreams of a summer that’s been lost

and about one person whose son is fighting

About the one who on the inside is dying

And the bochur who got killed helping someone else

It’s the little things that move us

but I have no more tears

I have seen it all already

but inside me there’s no fear

I know G-d got a plan

But I’m so numb, I can’t even pray

All I ask for is one good cry

or such a good tefilla, that the memory of it will never go away