The day they came down,
The world as I knew it continued it’s silence in the loudest roar, outrage, fear…
It wasn’t knew, but it rang like an alarm siren in the early morning dreams.
I never went to sleep in peace again,
Expecting the world to be sugar-coated happiness.
If I ever had it to begin with.
My world has always been those buildings, that field, those crafts, crashing down, destroyed, dying.
I’ve never stood up high on the tallest building, feeling safe and secure
From the evils of life around.
I probably never will.
I’ve seen too much.
Felt too much.
Experienced too much.
And yet, a part of me still feels I must seek more.
Live to see what else might come crashing down.
It may come tearing, ripping, shredding…but I’ll still, hopefully, climb back up.
A little more scarred, a little more battered…..then before.
Will there ever be peace
Will I ever know tranquility
Will the self-pity ever end.
Do I WANT there to be?
Do I WANT to KNOW it?
Do I want to FEEL it…..
Will I ever know the peace….