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We have some planes…four words that changed the world. Men, women, children, even a three year old girl. In 102 minutes 2,977 innocent people gone. Now families are left not able to go on.
I remember the comets
The day my walls fell—
Crooked as my reality
Crumbles into a rubble
I felt choked as
Fate’s hand throws dust
Into my eyes blinding
Floor by floor all the same with souls; persons with names
Floor by floor smothered with ash; smothered in flames
Floor by floor with worried looks on faces
Floor by floor with no safe spaces
One of the saddest days of American History
The reason it happened, we don't understand why
Watching that first plane fall
Was like watching fire fall from the sky
9/11 will always and forever be
Here I am sitting now
Thinking of that long lost day
I remember years ago
The day that struck us all
I was sitting with my dad
In that lonely den
When on the TV came the news-of-
I am ineloquent.
My mind is a ball of yarn the cat has played with- it's tangled and mangled. Distorted.
I pull the string from my mouth, but I sometimes reach knots.
I am ineloquent - but only in a sense
Yes I was old seven
when the planes came crashing down
When firey gray skyes hit an unexpecting city
and unexpected loses were abound.
Yes I was tiny
but I still understood
not all the big words
Wandering memories retrieved every year
A different perspective from all my peers
Everytime tears befall
Due to the attack we all recall
As I begin to slumber, I start to wonder
To remember pain, confusion, and tears is
a difficult thing for anyone—especially for those
who do not understand.
Ten years is too short
and far too long.
For some, the wound has healed clean.
