A Poem A Day #401: Writing the blues

“Writing the blues” by Mark Hastings was taken from Mark’s poetry collection ‘The Dreamer and The Dream’ which was published in 2015 by Zeloo Media. Check out more of Mark’s poetry online @ http://MarkThePoet.Me – all poems © Mark Hastings ● Buy Me a coffee @ https://www.buymeacoffee.com/MarkThePoet ● Check out the merch store on Redbubble: https://rdbl.co/3xWa4Rw

My Poem “Sombre”

Life definitely feels different now...
the strings of life are definitely playing
more sombrely and vibrating on a more downbeat frequency...
life definitely feels like there has been
a conglomeration of uncertain clouds...
there is no music to be heard -
however people are talking about
what is on everybody's mind,
because there is a mutual feeling
of loss at the passing of the people's queen.

The people of the United Kingdom and the world
all appear to be in a state of shock
and remorse...
we all knew what happened
would happen one day,
but we were not ready for it -
but how could anybody prepare themselves
for a loss that feels so great,
it is as if the direction of the country
and it's people are aboard a boat
thay is now sailing off course.

People are walking around
somewhat in a daze...
people are not saying much,
but it is obvious how they are feeling
from the expressions on their face...
people are keeping calm and carrying on -
just as they have always been told they have to
after losing someone who meant
something to them since they were young;
but right now I think everybody
feels as if they have lost someone
who felt more like a family member
than a sovereign...
people come, people go -
but when you grow up with someone,
and you one day lose that person,
you naturally feel sad,
and the atmosphere that surrounds you
and everyone connected to you
who knew them also
is always sombre.

My Poem ‘9/11’

The die was cast far and wide,
the pain was felt deeply and irrevocably
on that sunny Tuesday morning,
on the Eleventh of September, 2001;
terrorists to all mankind
came out of the shadows
from where they had been hiding
and made an attack
and left a lasting scar
on all of humanity,
that to this day still pains me
even now, 14 years on.

How could anyone do such a thing?
Why? Oh my god, why?
Who would think to do such a thing?
The innocent do not deserve to die!

I mourn the lost;
I am mindful of the loved ones
and the family members
who were left behind
and who still struggle
to live and to move on,
as if nothing happened;
I still believe that the entire world
is still understandably shell-shocked;
I have been to Ground Zero,
I have stood in the place
where the shadows of
the World Trade Center still remain,
and I can honestly say that being there
where so many people lost their lives
had a profound effect on me:
the new Freedom Tower
and the pools of remembrance
that are now in place of what was once there,
in memory of the indescribable tragedy
and the massacre that took place,
will always be to me
sacred and holy ground.

I have flashed back to that day
every year since 2001;
I have imagined myself where I was,
sitting in front of my TV,
watching the news reports
of the true American horror story unfold;
I have wished many times
that what happened on that day
could somehow have been prevented
by some miracle of heaven;
I have watched the echoes
and the repercussions of what happened
on that day spread and effect
everyone and every country around the world.

I am a man of many words,
but even I struggle to put into words
the sadness that I still feel
about all the people who died
in New York City,
at the Pentagon in Washington, D.C.,
in Virginia, in Pennsylvania,
and everybody who has lost their life since;
I am a man who believes
that things happen for a reason,
but I cannot, nor could I ever,
nor could anyone for that matter,
give me an acceptable justification
that would make my confusion
about the murders that were carried out
on that day in any way lessen;
no deplorable and horrific act of terrorism
like that which played out
in front of everybody
on the 11th of September, 2001,
to me could ever make sense;
I will never forget;
I will never allow the fallen to be forgotten;
I will always hold on to the memory
of my unforgettable brothers and sisters,
as I hold up my hand
and feel my heart beating in my chest;
I will always remember
the day that will always be known as 9/11.

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