Perspective
The world stops
if only for a moment.
Thousands of eyes glued to screens filled with colors
of red, black, and orange.
Sirens and screams blare,
personifying the panic and frenzy
of shared terror.
Time halts,
displaying a batter city
encompassed with smoke and fire.
Cries for missing loved ones
and God himself
are drowned out by the
firetruck's screeching lights.
A hazy, scarlet mist
shadows the ground,
reminding every viewer of so many
lost souls.
A heart falters,
the owner's silhouette oulined by
the roaring flames.
Another hand grips the first
and they look desperately at each other,
both faces covered with soot, blood,
and tears.
One takes a shaky breath,
nodding to the other,
and with a silent prayer,
they jump.