Another 9/11 poem
Is nine years enough to write
another sentimental poem about
this day. It was a boulder thrown
into to pond, the ripples changed
everything. Nine years and we're
still at war. Those three thousand
poor souls not avenged. Would they
want to be anyways? I could write
that watching the towers fall felt
as though I was a citizen of pompeii.
I could write about the empathy I feel,
the sadness, but there is nothing
I can say or do to change anything. There's
no poetry in this. Just nothingness...
the cold numb feeling that always
comes after tragedy as we live
our lives and never forget.
15:00
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