It's been six years since
but home looks the same.
She never lost her innocence
but she still feels the shame.
Same clock on the wall
same Harley in the shed.
Nothing has changed at all
even her cozy daybed.
She opens the window
and stares at the ground,
praying for the wind to blow
and take her down.
Thoughts of insecurity
run the widow's mind.
"I can either show my ability
or see you in no time"
she takes two valium
and goes to sleep.
As sleep turns to dream
she lets go into the deep.
She's escaping reality
and her lonely life.
She dreams of casualtys
people dieing left and right.
Awaken by her screams,
drenched in cold sweat.
He is there in her dreams
caught in damien's net.
She can see him at work
on the 53rd floor.
She can see the world go berserk.
The she can't see him anymore
Floating in a sea of hate
It's the same thing she cant escape
She cannot relate,
with this internal rape
She goes to the window again.
The wind she wont need.
Because she will say when,
she has control in deed.
"What if I am insane,
if I die what then?
The clouds will still rain,
The sun will rise again."
You see after he was gone
Her parents took her back in
Afraid of what might go wrong
Praying they could save her, when
They lie asleep together
with nothing they can do.
But pray this storm will weather,
for the next hour or two.
They lie asleep in bed,
Praying for an answer why.
Not aware their daughter lies dead,
Before they could say goodbye.
In her final dreams
she can see him once again.
He's closer than it seems,
sittin there in damiens den.
There magic has been interrupted
now they live eternity in fire.
There perfect world disrupted,
now there world will retire.
For she commited a final sin
and he was already on his way.
Now there together again
together in hell is better than another lonely day.
but home looks the same.
She never lost her innocence
but she still feels the shame.
Same clock on the wall
same Harley in the shed.
Nothing has changed at all
even her cozy daybed.
She opens the window
and stares at the ground,
praying for the wind to blow
and take her down.
Thoughts of insecurity
run the widow's mind.
"I can either show my ability
or see you in no time"
she takes two valium
and goes to sleep.
As sleep turns to dream
she lets go into the deep.
She's escaping reality
and her lonely life.
She dreams of casualtys
people dieing left and right.
Awaken by her screams,
drenched in cold sweat.
He is there in her dreams
caught in damien's net.
She can see him at work
on the 53rd floor.
She can see the world go berserk.
The she can't see him anymore
Floating in a sea of hate
It's the same thing she cant escape
She cannot relate,
with this internal rape
She goes to the window again.
The wind she wont need.
Because she will say when,
she has control in deed.
"What if I am insane,
if I die what then?
The clouds will still rain,
The sun will rise again."
You see after he was gone
Her parents took her back in
Afraid of what might go wrong
Praying they could save her, when
They lie asleep together
with nothing they can do.
But pray this storm will weather,
for the next hour or two.
They lie asleep in bed,
Praying for an answer why.
Not aware their daughter lies dead,
Before they could say goodbye.
In her final dreams
she can see him once again.
He's closer than it seems,
sittin there in damiens den.
There magic has been interrupted
now they live eternity in fire.
There perfect world disrupted,
now there world will retire.
For she commited a final sin
and he was already on his way.
Now there together again
together in hell is better than another lonely day.
-John Paul King Baron
i wrote this poem a year ago today, it's an adaption from memory of a poem i wrote a little less than seven years ago that is actually in a time capsule outside of NYC.
God Bless America, God Bless the familys of those lost on this horrific day, god bless our enemies and i pray that they can see the light at the end of the tunnel. God Bless everyone, everywhere. I pray that the wounds this day left can one day heal those in pain. I am thankful i can live and love on this earth today, yet i am saddend when i think of those who cannot. Finally God Bless you, my reader i hope your day is filled with entitlement and beauty.
American,
john paul king baron
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