Left to The Earth

I don’t care about conspiracy theories.
I just know a lot of people died.

One day lost but holding on, our consciousness blown, people glued to TV sets, wasted, petrified.
Why was I alive- alone, but watching planes fall from the sky?
The deadening roar, silenced by just a small moment in time.
Smoke billows, bodies falling from windows, children without mom,
wishing they stole an extra hug, no more goodnight kisses from dad.
Looking out the front door for parents, left to the earth- madness from people who couldn’t feel remorse,
Americans with clenched fists just left feeling mad.
My mind allowing me to care for those I’ve never met,
feeling worse for those alive who can’t forget,
wishing we could all rewind,
or just escape.

Forget, I Remember

How can I tell you the same thing over and over, that it’s over, what’s left is a mindset of memories that crystallize, when our trip was no longer of use.
It’s just time to escape, the dog that chases her tail, the endless talk devoid of compassion, every triumph, all that failed.
We were charcoal to ash, broken glass, the searing fire turned pale and grey, watching the planes crash.
Towers much stronger than our defects turned into super powers.
We make stranger friends than enemies.
I’m sorry you lost your brothers, mothers and sons.
No “how was your day?”, no baseball games, or fall days under the sun.
No more trust in those we love.
You can forget, but I will always remember.