9/11

 

They awoke, begrudgingly at an early hour

Not knowing what the day foretold

Thinking it was like any other day

Maybe they’d spill coffee or drop files

But didn’t expect the smoke and shrapnel that would hit the air

They heard it first, metal on metal

One floor crashing through another

Until it hit the pavement

So many people left the world in that moment 

Others survived longer

Until their world went black

Our hearts are forever heavy

They got to escape the turmoil it caused

We go through it every year

Trying to remember what the world looked like before it

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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