9-11

We stand together, drenched in cold rain,
the steady pour of rain
glides down our waxen faces.

We watch the fire burning,
the flames reaching for the heavens,
the red orange glow shines upon our faces,
the thin, unsubstantial faces of fear
that are drenched in a cold, ice cold rain.
                   
More thunder rolls,
the lightning flashes
as our lives burn in those flames.
The rain comes more heavily now
and it intermingles with our tears.

Grey black smoke rises from our brothers,
our sisters,
our friends.

The graves are dug,
the tombstones set.
Our tears flow freely down.

The rain is gone,
the torture done,
but more pain is still to come.

Remember the ones
on 9-11
who died for America.

They took our breaths
and even our lives.
They let us see the pain
They warned us
so we could see the future.

Remember them, the ones who died. Remember September 11th.