Time stood still,At eleven-oh-two,What was a typical day,Turned a bleak, grey hue.What once was,Could not be felt nor seen,Invisible -Engraving pain in everything.These columns of twelve,As if guarding,Could never bear the weight,Of what they are holding.For there in the centre,In a tiered column so hollow,Lies the souls of seventy thousand -Only mirroring sorrow.This reminds me,HowContinue reading “Remembrance”