Ad Memoram

I wrote this for my WordPower! class at school. It was for the memory of the people that died in 9/11 [and still is!], but after the second line...well...it took a whole 'nother meaning.

Trepidation. Anxiety. Horror. Dread.

Mourning for the loss of what has not been said.

Sacrifice. Suicide. Heaven and Hell.

What is this plague that makes us unwell?

 

Is it greed, gluttony, fear, or ambition?

Or is it humanity; their redemption a failing mission?

Can they not learn to live in peace, once and for all?

Or shall we forever continue to fall?

Author's Note

I dunno. What do you think?

Reviews

[Arthur Crow]

I think you described the horror quite well... vivid and raw, the whole mood here powerful and deep.

Well done and expressed!

[Hannah Estar]

Wow!! AWESOMENESS xD and not just cause there's latin in the title :) This is REALLY good =D

One comment: "of that which has not been said" goes on a little long for the rest of the poem ^_^

This is brilliant omg! I never knew you were so poetic xD or... maybe I did =P :D