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Grief Renewed
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Poems In Memory Of 9-11-01
There's no expiration date on sadness.
No time limit to the pain.
For every year, the day comes back,
Like a sorrowful refrain.
No deadline to be met,
For the ending of these tears.
For it comes right back, every time.
Despite how many years.
There's never any real conclusion,
To the horror-show in our mind.
The scenes we saw, replay again,
And peace, is so hard to find.
No culmination, of all days past,
Makes it any easier to bear.
For one day comes, rolling back again,
And reminds us again, of the despair.
It plays a recurrent, memorial chorus,
As each memory again, is re-viewed.
On every single September Eleventh-
Grief, becomes renewed.
