Trigger warning: suicide and death
I thought the world was
A pretty place with flowers and
Sweets of every color
No mausoleums nor grief
No tears shed under the dull sunlight
But then 9/11 came
And my grandmother died.
How could a child bear to see its mother cry?
My perfect world shattered in an instant
All it took was a box cutter and a mission for a glorified cause
To break a small child.
But war is not for children
However much it makes them suffer
It is not for them to decide
Whether Daddy goes on tour again
And when he died too
Mommy couldn't take it anymore.
She joined them in my sixteenth year
The night of her anniversary.
What a sight it must've been
Her hair flapping in the wind
A single scream caught in her throat
As she descended
To kiss the hard concrete.
A fallen angel from a building's ledge
In homage to that fateful day.
I sometimes remember in the dark cloud of my mind
When she still smiled
And didn't smell of cheap liquor.
The way weeds slowly take over a white rose garden
My heart and mind began to suffocate
From the growing darkness that was the world.
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