Poetry

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This book is for anyone who lost someone on 9-11-01. It is also for anyone who felt the impact of that day on their lives. From the beginning, in the surreal hours following the attacks, continuing on through nearly two full years, the poems are written through “the eye” of many different people: the victims, the firefighters who fought to save all they could, the families and friends who lost someone, wives who lost husbands, parents who lost children, children who lost fathers and mothers, the firefighters and emergency workers who survived, the spirits of those lost, the World Trade Center herself among them. The emotions span the spectrum: disbelief, horror, stubborn denial, resignation, grief, acceptance, and, finally, a semblance of peace. It is this author’s testament to those lost that dark day and to those they left behind, to make a promise that we will never forget.

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EPITAPH

Everything changed in the blink of an eye
The sky fell without warning
The only thing certain is that I would die
And we were separated as some fell below
And I was thinking to myself
You go-we go
But when I awoke from that brief death
I somehow found my way out
And smoke was all around me
And the sun had been put out
I found myself alone
And I was sure the world was done
That this was the end
And morning would never come
As I fought for breath
Against the smoke and dust
Emptiness all around me
And my hope for my brothers, crushed
Soon there were others with me
Lost and trying to escape
I feared another explosion
My heart stood still while my feet moved straight
One step and then another
And they were left behind
But I can still see my brothers
Every night in my mind
And how do I answer the doubts
That hit me high and low
That wasn’t the way it was supposed to happen
I can hear their voices, you go-we go
And I still have my family
But they don’t have theirs
I can feel them struggling for life
Where no one can find them, down there
And I live each day knowing I was lucky
But not knowing why
Why did I make it out
While so many died
And life does go on
Though it may never be normal again
For I lost little pieces of myself that day
With each brother gone, with each lost friend
Their faces will haunt me
This one thing I know
When it’s all on the line
You go-we go
And I wish I could forget
But I hope I never do
For if I forget the horror
I may forget them too
I make this promise to myself
And to them
To never forget
But not to fall back in
To keep moving ahead
And to take it slow
And I whisper words I pray they hear
In my heart, you go…we go