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

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.

 

Chris

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Southern Cross]

In light of what just occured in Boston, this shakes us from our sleep once again. Forever etched in our minds and the destruction of our security. We as a Nation can never be the same....and I cry too for our future.

[Mehak Mushtaq]

I can actually feel pain in this. September 11, it had to be :/ I was born on september 12.

[DIVYA]

When we think of it...there is so much to cry for in this sad depressing world. A very poignant and touching poem. It touched me deep and made me ponder over the bitter and sad things happening in my life....

[David Scott]

It had to be a Tue... I felt this weaved the events into your own personal hell. A past and present that will now forever share a future. I could feel the empathy and the wonder at the inhumanity of human actions. Well done and the best tribute I have read to 9/11

[Matthew Kult]

Hello Chris,

Beautifully depressing. Forever in all our hearts.

Always,

Matthew
A.

[Rita L. Sev]

Chris, this piece wipes me out - you brought that day into the present, and made me feel that boulder in my gut all over again. True poetry.

[Aramey]

I felt my heart drop... and shatter with this work. Chris, I have never so well been able to "see" pain. I understand this much more than I can convey with cleverly placed words because pain itself isn't clever. Tears are us letting go and letting out. Though it may leave us exhausted, it feels good to let it flow.

[Ruth]

Humanity cries with you...Chris...I am always surrendered to your talent, left a tear! xoxo

[Invisible]

at first I wasn't sure I liked this piece, but I decided to give it a chance. as I read it, I understood. it isn't something everyone can appreciate, but I like what you did with it.

[Michael G.]

You wrote it as you felt it, and I felt it the same way.
Important piece of memory here, not to be forgotten.
Well done, sir.