The Aftermath

There is a silence in my home,
I sit and stare at walls - alone,
The center of my life,
My love - is gone,
Murdered by savages
With hearts of stone,
My sweet and gentle flower,
Turned into ashes
In Manhattan's gleaming tower,
There are no tears
Left in my eyes to shed,
The best I ever knew,
My dearest one - is dead....

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2005 Alfred Charasz