Again I remember that September the 11th when at my office I couldn’t move
my eyes from the perfect portrait on my desk . The diamond that shined
more then ever o my hand it invited my co-workers to notice my
happiness for my future marriage .
I continued admiring the portrait when suddenly I felt a gab into my
heart , like something got separated from me , but I couldn’t realize what
that was at the moment .
I run from my office looking at the others gathered in front of the TV
watching the terrible news .I closed my eyes because I didn’t wonted to see the news, but from
far away , somewhere in distance I could hear his last words , his
last saying that he loved me. Madly I ran outside in the destroyed city.
The ruins of which made me feel at the same time disdain, hateful, weak,
forfeited, and mostly it made me feel dead inside .
I continued running into the ruins that of the twin towers that was in
pieces , but unfortunately he worked there .
I ran in the destroyed city where the threshold of pain was being passed
by all the citizens and by me also…
An anonymous tear slope from my eyes wetting the anxieties that made my
heart beatings speed. A question got infused into my mind without mercy .
Where was him?
I could see a deadly sky all over the city that had no repentance over
us. And a part of my breath left my chest when a hellish dew fell upon
me making me realize I was part of that crowd of people that wept for
I realized I had lost him as I sow him laying there covered with
blood, sleeping peacefully like he could see another paradise in the
middle of that infernal we all where .
With my body trembling I walked towards him realizing that his life did
no longer exist and that death had left a mortal shadow upon him that
laughed and t cried in the same time I cried .
The scent of death that September brought was eating my soul , but I
embraced him like never before , crying , roaring with pain as there was
nothing I could do to bring him back in life.
I looked around everything , to the people and I sow the deadly silence
of their suffering hearts , of their pain and I felt the damnation of
destiny over me and over everyone else that lost their families , that
still are losing their dears all over the world , and are tasting death
and terror all over our globe.
Every single time the autumn comes I wait for the September so I can
feel him closer to me with the pain that never disappears from my heart
So I sit in every autumn and I wait for something I don’t know yet
what it is.
I wait that the illusion of my happiness cant turn into abhorrence .
I wait that the phantasms of terrorisms wont bring anymore death.
I wait that peace could walk through those narrow labyrinths that terror
I wait that the world can embrace the divinely peak of the peaceful sky .
I wait that the diamond ring I carry in my finger will fade away so
that my pain will be easier .
But the September returns again and I always stay with the memories
inside of me .
So I raise my eyes looking at the sky that still carries some stars
shining over my sadness .
May be that is him I whisper to my self n silence , may be he wont me
to forget and to make my pain easier , because life continues and may
be peace will come along all over the world so that the next autumns
will let us all live in peace ..
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