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Ground Zero

Tall, twin, 
they touched the sky,
and rose above their surroundings.

A panoramic view of the Hudson,
the Jersey shoreline 
within view.

110 layers of cold steel and rivets,
that bounced and reflected light 
from the gray tinted glass.

Dual explosions, 
full of flying debris,
shards of glass, desks, and papers.

Flaking paint 
among the compressed rubble,
cold, gray, thick slabs of concrete.

Hard, rust-colored, twisted tridents,
shimmery, silver façades 
of crumpled metal.

Acrid smoke, 
black clouds of dust, 
soot and ash that filled the air.

Now a vague and empty,
hole in the ground,
that serves as a cemetery.

Quiet and dark as the night,
for the piles of bodies, 
buried.

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Lost

Lost and alone

like a ship at sea
with no wind to push the sail
no compass to guide its path
so it floats aimlessly
into the night.

An airline pilot
who can’t find the flight plan
and merely soars among the clouds
with no clear direction.

A little girl
separated from her mother
wanders the busy streets as
salty tears drip from her cheeks and chin
as she frantically searches
the face of every stranger
who passes her by.

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Pain

I contemplated the sorrow, grief and strife that 
     causes so much pain.
And I looked at the diseases, accidents, and afflictions
     that affects the masses.
Everywhere I looked there was destruction and despair
     in my mind’s eye.
And then one sunny day I was strolling on the shores of
     the Atlantic Ocean
And I saw the sun as it dipped on the horizon in a clear blue sky with
     the water rushing up to the sand and felt the light breeze that carried a
     seagull.

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Room To Breathe

His salt and pepper hair, 
The short, flat-top cut,
The brown and gray mustache, 
Surrounded by the five o’clock shadow.

The man I fell in love with, 
Tall, dark and handsome,
Reduced to a cold, uncaring tyrant,
Ruling my life with an iron hand.  

Staring, lifeless, dark gray eyes, 
With pupils black, and big, and round,
Bloodshot from the ghastly drugs,
That flowed violently through his veins.

Hands that once held mine,
With tender love and care,
Suddenly balled into hard, mean fists,
Like two rubber mallets, ready to strike.

For years the anger enveloped me,
Like a butterfly that tries to break free from a cocoon,
Wrapped tight in the web of anger, 
Like a newborn in a blanket.

The very being of my life, 
Was slowly and painfully sucked out.
By the hatred and self-loathing,
That singed the candle of my soul.

But the flames of orange and blue,
Burned hot, and bright, and strong,
So that I felt nothing the day you left,
Except relief, and room to breathe.

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Reflect

I reflect
On my life years ago
And things that never were.

I wonder
What I would do different
And where I’d be now.

I think
About all that I missed out on
And if my choices were right.

I search
For who I am
And who I want to be.

I hope
I can finally make peace
And quit looking in the past.

I know
I can’t change it now
And don’t think that I would.

I look
At what all lies ahead
And strive toward my goals.

I realize
Things aren’t all that bad
And I have more to give.