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I Cried Today
I Cried Today
I cried today
The numbness broke and tears flowed unrestrained
The images played over and over crossed back from the surreal
And lodged into a painful reality
I felt the threads rip from the fabric
I remembered the pattern, which can never be again
My grief is real
War is marching
Pounding its feet within my head and life
It’s marching again, as it marched before
But now its feet are mine
Amazing I can think clearly with face wet
Resigned to death’s advent
And yet I can
I see the cost
That death will fall again, again and again
And feet will pound while nations drown
And we will pay
For justice is never without cost
But deliver justice without hate
For the cost of hate, is too great
And vengeance belongs to Him
© Bart Breen 9/24/01
I knew before you told me in the end what this poem was about. I think every poet has written something about the trauma and utter disbelief and grief of that dreadful day. mine were less sad and more so angry but the pain was there all the same. I love poems that give the reader a sense of what the writer is like. this one is a gem, truly. thanks for sharing! a sincere fan, melissa
You have some excellent poetic images here. Very good.
Hey, this is an excellent poem! You did well.