William F Glennon
The Towers - Poem by William F Glennon
Memories echo through my head from that moment.
The lone stairwell stands like a pillar of light.
The shadows over the black river in the darkness.
The rain mixes with the blood and tears.
Hearts are empty and close friends have disappeared.
The memories of the good times spent with
friends adrift in my mind. Their spirits and souls are
Friendships remembered through the years.
The endless funerals, endless fears, and endless tears.
Part of me died that day. God knows I will pray for
the families of the lost. It was their hearts that suffered a greater cost.
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