I think I can see better from ground zero
as there’s nothing that will obstruct my view.
The sky is blue. Things will all start anew.
Will there be hope as we seek to rebuild?
The strewn rubble, the mess, the dusty air.
Every fallen brick speaks of toil, hardship.
Every lost nook brings back my childhood scenes.
Like an old friend whose face I last caressed,
the legacy that was once you is gone.
You now carry secrets buried beneath
which will die out in the passage of time.
Like a pound of flesh cut from my body,
it aches me to face harsh reality.
A part of me lost till eternity.

Lionel L
(29 Jul 2005)

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