And all I can do is remember,
The snake eyes of September,
Not a faded, distant memory,
But in every fiber making me,
Every sense I have to offer,
Emotion not yet plundered,
Every second the day’s adorning
Reminds me of that fateful morning.

It doesn’t look the same,
It looks like
Trails of pain,
Like a canvas of
Ruined lives,
A skyline distorted by
Changing times.

The sounds aren’t different
Yet unrecognizable to me,
The voices of silenced life
Of unending strife,
Of a lost paradise,
Of an anger that
Might change the tide.

There’s a smell now to the air,
And I can’t breath,
There’s no sweet relief
In trying to avoid all this,
I turn my head, but straight ahead
The stench all around,
That of the dead.

And taste of bile
Hangs heavy on my lips,
The facts, as they exist,
Make it hard to swallow
This pill to me they give,
That I was randomly chosen,
Unlike thousands, to live.

It feels like nothing, now,
Nothing I ever felt before,
Like I’m almost dying,
Like passion and desire
Are no more,
Like if there’s hope,
It’s no longer in its box,

And if there’s time,
It seems it’s all run out,
And if there’s more,
Then I can’t take it now,
It feels like I won’t ever be
anything else
Then what I’ve become.

And all I can do is remember,
The snake eyes of September,
Not a faded, distant memory,
But in every fiber making me,
Every sense I have to offer,
Emotion not yet plundered,
Every second the day’s adorning
Reminds me of that fateful morning.

in memory of those who passed on 9/11