As grief rained down, dark clouds did rise,
where petals fell, from ashen skies.
A fire breathed out, from mouths of hell,
and ripped hearts from, a stone-built shell.
No time to say, their last goodbyes.
Today they mourn, at such demise
and many tears, will roll from eyes.
The scent of smoke has left a smell
where flowers laid, cannot dispel
....as grief rained down
Two years ago, heard sounds of cries
this day we wait, for truth or lies.
Such answers need, now to impel
so life will be, saved by a bell.
This day I'll mourn, the loss of lives
...as grief rained down.
I can’t believe it’s been two years! This is a fitting ode to an avoidable tragedy.
This is a difficult form. I must say I’m not a huge fan of ‘did rain’ and ‘did breathe’. I understand the reasons for it, but it always sounds a tad forced in. That’s really my only issue here, such are the constraints of formed poetry.
Commendable as ever, Michael. We all live in hope never to hear another story like this.
Michael, you have paid tribute to this awful tragedy. Despite 2 years on the memory of this disaster are still imprinted on our minds. Like the ash thier avoidable deaths need not have rained down that day. Stay put policies, fire stopping measures have been changed as a result, so their lives have not been for nothing.