I knew him once
Dullness rests over me
Like a blanket
Hopelessness sits beside me
As company to a weary soul
I feel dead
Dead to the world
My mind sleeps
In dark despair
My heart breaks in anguish
I am surrounded
Yet totally alone
As none can pierce the darkness
That now surrounds me
The icy numbness
Pervades my body
Chilling me to reality
Keeping my heart
From the truth
From the light of day
I hide in the darkness, alone
Unable to face the world
Or its many sorrows
All I can do is sit silently
Here in my little corner
And cry out with my mind,
Screaming to the heavens
Have You Forgotten?
Have you forgotten what happened that day?
How we all screamed and ran and covered our eyes
How death ended so many precious lives
How children cried for moms and dads
Who would never come to comfort them again.
Have you forgotten the images we saw?
How the smoke filled the screen
How the screams filled our ears
How perfect strangers huddled together
The rich and the poor trying to comfort one another
Have you forgotten the brave sacrifice?
How people ran in when everyone else ran out
How they battled the flames and the smoke
How they went back again and again
And went back one last time, and won't go home again.
Have you forgotten our fervent prayers?
How we hoped for survivors
How we poured out donations
How we came together for one cause
Even as our hopes were dashed time and again
Have you forgotten the horrible tragedy?
How thousands died without reason
How each day children are parentless
How loved ones made that one last call
Before crashing a plane to save us all
Have you forgo
To this day I will swear to you that he is an angel. Now granted, most angels don't have wavy red hair or honey brown eyes that you could just melt in, but he did. He was a quiet man, one who you might not notice if you weren't paying attention. It is said that he is one of the best healers the world has ever seen. I'm quite willing to believe that, considering what I have seen him do during the relatively short time I have had the privilege of watching him. Some people claim that he uses magic to heal his patients, but as of yet I haven't seen him use anything more than a bandage or a bundle of herbs to treat me. He often bows his head, but it is a common practice for healers to pray to Ovven for guidance. No, during the entire time he treated me, I never once saw him use anything that was definitively 'magical', and that is saying something. Theron is quite possibly the only man other than my fell