to whom
Let the silence talk to you,
The dark show you the way.
Let loneliness crowd you,
And the pain wash over you—
There is nowhere to go for you.
Where are we?
I don’t know.
Where do you think we are?
I don’t know.
…
There are many dead people.
Is it a cemetery?
A sudden lightning flash
Hides the sky.
The ear wants to sing,
The eye wants to show,
Thoughts want to think,
Words want to speak—
But to whom?