Poem of the Past
Twilight falls quickly.
I begin to walk.
I hear their voices.
I think I'm scared.
Darkness gathers near me.
I fear for my life.
I see them.
They head my way.
My heart beats fast.
I keep walking.
Flash, Strike, Pain.
My heart skips.
I fear for my life.
They leave me be.
But one question remains.
Why Me?
What should I do, its been nearly 3 years since the attacks, and I still cant bring myself to walk the way I did, I cant go near the bridge, I fear that place for what could still be there.
Those who weren't there, I pray you never have to see me so weak. How can I call myself a friend? If I cannot protect myself? A tear forms in my eye as I write this. How is it that one thing could have changed so much? But who knows, if that hadn't happened then maybe we still would not be friends.
In hope of remembrance, Jeckyl.
I begin to walk.
I hear their voices.
I think I'm scared.
Darkness gathers near me.
I fear for my life.
I see them.
They head my way.
My heart beats fast.
I keep walking.
Flash, Strike, Pain.
My heart skips.
I fear for my life.
They leave me be.
But one question remains.
Why Me?
What should I do, its been nearly 3 years since the attacks, and I still cant bring myself to walk the way I did, I cant go near the bridge, I fear that place for what could still be there.
Those who weren't there, I pray you never have to see me so weak. How can I call myself a friend? If I cannot protect myself? A tear forms in my eye as I write this. How is it that one thing could have changed so much? But who knows, if that hadn't happened then maybe we still would not be friends.
In hope of remembrance, Jeckyl.