Poems Futuristic, Romantic, and Painful🧨💔

WHAT I INDELIBLY REMEMBER ABOUT SEPTEMBER

If September eleven took folks to
Paradise,Nirvana, and Heaven,
Why does it still hurt our scared hearts
Regular folks were forced to depart?
I believe we’re collectively extremely sad
Other moms, dads, and singles were
Made to mingle, taking final breaths,
United in a violent and horrible death.
Though it makes me sick, I predict
Americans will always think of 9/11
Whenever we reminisce or remember
The entire month of September.

I can’t believe it’s been 23 years, and
Infinite shed tears since that fateful day
When innocence was forced to pay an
Unquenchable debt held by the West
To prove us neither “best” nor “blessed.”
So when Terrorism met Tragedy, it set
Its sights of violence on Humanity, since
Life-takers caused life-makers to meet
Their Makers before God, Allah, and
Mother Nature were ready, killed by the
Steady hands of each man who disguised
The villainous hatred within enemy eyes.

Instead, the rest of us were numbed
As lives succumbed on 9-1-1 when
Terrorists weaponized the gift of flight,
Provoking death at heaven’s heights
While we all held our loved ones tight,
Riveted as Terror saw no error in sight
When planes were targeted to inflame
The gilded might of the Twin Towers.
It didn’t hold the structural power
In that desperate early hour.

In freedom and safety, I currently bask,
So I feel tasked to ask how we can ever
Forget what terrorists don’t regret?
They crashed our own commercial jets
To scratch at a fanatical debt held
Solely and absurdly by the West.
My condolences to the many families
Of victims who soothed global hostilities
Temporarily, unfairly, and arbitrarily.

Those of us NOT in the air or anywhere
Near Ground Zero weren’t heroes, since
We’re still alive to “be all we can be,” at
Liberty and free to believe we can achieve
Our wildest dreams, rather the nightmare
Of the screams of those dying and scared,
Huddled into puddles and gasping for air.
So I guess it’ll always haunt me,
Confuse, and mentally taunt me
That, unwillingly yet vicariously,
Strangers paid my debt for me.