9/12 The Day After

A poem remembering the day after 9/11

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The smoke still hangs heavy, a pall over the street,
The silence is deafening, the city doesn’t beat.
Where towers once stood, now only shadows remain,
A gaping wound in the heart, a scar etched in pain.

The air is thick with ash, the river runs with tears,
The city is in mourning, its spirit numb with fears.
But amidst the rubble, a flicker of hope still gleams,
A testament to resilience, a refusal to succumb to dreams.

The day after 9/11, the city is a shell,
But in the hearts of its people, a new resolve will swell.
They will rise from the ashes, stronger than before,
And build a future that is brighter than the past that is no more.

— WOLRAD

(A poem from the Wolrad collection #370)