What day this was
I forget if a saddened sun shone
I forget what I had for lunch.
I didn’t forget the thousands that did die
I didn’t forget those that did get out alive
I haven’t forgot you helped those survive.
I can not forget the clouds of smoke
Rising ash, people stunned, sirens wailing
Unholy hell reigning
It seemed to last I have not forgot.
I can not forget
A silence as planes flew into concrete
Smashing trust, crushing hopes
This I won’t and have not forgot.
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013