Shock, sadness.

Morphing, transforming into

Blended ingredients of feelings.

Screams and cries

Drift through the immense clouds of dust

And ever-falling debri.

It flows like water,

Touching each and every sad heart.

How to act?

We fight with a blindfold on,

And enemy we cannot see.

But,

We swell up with pride and hope,

Knowing we will never fail.