Hear my Tears

Hear my Tears

A Poem by rosanna1120

September 11th


Is there even an adjective to describe

The horrors within I





The memories haunt my every thought

Even my dreams turn in distraught

I’m running down stairs

Screaming my prayers

Yelling for god to hear my tears

To save us from the worst of fears


I scream but I’m not there

Gasping for clean air

My hair soaking wet

Sheets surrounding me stained in sweat


I’m watching a little boy burning

My heart forever churning

Knowing that it’s too late

To be no more than eight, already at god’s gate


I fall to the floor

But it was only the door

Now we stand and talk

But everything still circles like a hawk


I search for an escape

But it replays like a tape

So who really lived that day

And how are we suppose to pretend to be ok


I’m running down stairs

Screaming my prayers

Even with my head in a spin

I can see it circling in

Here we go again

© 2009 rosanna1120

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Author's Note

please be very critical

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Added on September 14, 2009