I'm hurting and wanted to speak of this morning...

I'm hurting and wanted to speak of this morning...

A Poem by Chris

It’s a Tuesday… had to be, HAD to be.  How deeply can you cry?  I was laying here… shaking, shivering, and hurting - nothing really new - this morning.  I had turned on the TV for noise - to be less alone in a gray, cold dawn.  Laying here awake… awake - watching life re-unfold… awake as the early dawn brought back my “view”.  You really aren’t supposed to see Angels fly into the ground - you know?  You really, really aren’t supposed to see it - again and again… and again - whenever you close your eyes... awake, asleep - watching what you can’t forget; life replaying over and over.


I wrote this at 3:29 AM, 9/12/2001  and just cried - again.


September11.txt     text docu...     9/12/2001 3:29 AM


"September 11, 2001..."


Tears carry a price…

and the silence is never just

behind your eyes - at 3 AM.


Side by side by side by side

Four columns wide

a whole world long.

Candles lit and carried close

as dear to these

as those they lost.

The world echoes loud

with the piper's sounds

and the tapping of the drums.


Innocence found holding hands

while falling through the sky.

Each Angel flows so silently past,

their wings - their shrouds - remaining furled,

awaiting all the time in their world

as God draws them close

with muffled smile as each returns home.


Un-forgotten faiths drawn and

held close equally by all -

the moments’ terrors felt so deep within -

they tried, reached, watched, hoped…

as friends, some unknown just before,

die helping as best they could...

as only true friends would.


Fearful bravery and with

streaming tears...

forever marring their ash strewn world.

Lives now endlessly new - new

yet forever marked

by what was lost...

humanity's cost.


Fathers, mothers, sons and daughters;

husbands and wives and children too;

beloveds and all the others;

Christians, Muslims, Buddhists, Jews -

people of every human hue

in common instant deathly gray

this night made of an Indian Summer's day.


I watched and saw and heard...

the sanity of madness,

the sanctity of murder,

the 'rightness' of doing wrong,

singing for the death of innocents,

dancing for the blood of children,

laughter for the loss of all...

and I cried.



© 2013 Chris

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I do not feel free, to say anything more than what you have said...I am left to stand in awe of its depth. The tragedy of humanity...

Posted 6 Years Ago

That says it all on that tragic day. You said so much that touches the very soul. It makes me cry, the words you have put out it seems so carefully. Chris your writing is so deep and amazing and touches me so. It's a real honor to read, you put so much meaning and feelings into it and the description is WOW! I'm at a loss for words, my Dear.......Kyam

Posted 6 Years Ago


6 Years Ago

They showed people ...jumping from the Restaurant and other windows at the two towers and followed t.. read more

6 Years Ago

It's so sad that humanity is that distorted. I forgive them but cannot (thank God) understand their .. read more
and as a planet we still don't learn the lessons ... :( ...

Posted 6 Years Ago

read, and listened in silence....

Posted 6 Years Ago

it is appropriate that we remember.. and yes.. cry again..

Posted 6 Years Ago

this tears me up...these are raw and heartfelt...i am sorry for you and all of us that lost something that day...some so much more than others...innocence and vulnerability weeps off your piece..

Posted 8 Years Ago


8 Years Ago

Seems there are always "challenging" times to live within ...every day, month, year, decade...lifeti.. read more
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What a sad, thoughtful and soul filled poem penned here Chris. This brought me back to that day and all the sadness and tears that came with it. You've captured an emotion that was felt around the country.

Posted 8 Years Ago

....I'm shaking my head in awe
Much love and respect

Posted 8 Years Ago

This is a wonderful expression of feeling and emotion for a day and a tragedy that left not only a nation, but a world in shock. A day so hard to define in the hearts and minds of those witnessing it. Yet, you have managed, through words that ring with truth, to do that beautifully.

Thank you for sharing this.

Posted 8 Years Ago

you spoke directly to my sou, language very rarely does that you know? you captivated your emotions and released them to the reader

Posted 8 Years Ago

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