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egin::Darkest hours of the morning
shattered by a blinding light.
Hear a roar not unlike thunder
hear the people's desperate cries.
Shockwaves of emotion tumble
to the ground so far below.
People run and fall and tumble
as twins of iron begin to groan.
Yet again a roar of rage
emiting from a fiery crash.
People locked inside a cage
taunted by the soot and ash.
Choosing death, they fall and tumble
crushed or burned, no choice was left.
Tears begin and vision jumbles
"Oh my God.." is all that's said
Other places burn with fire
a demon from our darkest dreams.
All we want/hope/wish/desire
is wake up from this horrid dream.
Loose the demon from its prison
invite it to rip out your throat.
Taste the sulfur, stop and listen
"Just the start" it rasps and gloats.
It just awoke the sleeping giant
Signed in our blood its own death...
For what this demon has just started
goes Where Angels Dare Not Tread.
::End::
My condolences and prayers with the families
and friends of the people in this tragic attack.
This is only the start....may God help us all.
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Comments: 8
This is truly a magnificent poem. It truly mirrors the absolute surreal nature of that morning, watching the destruction and certain death of hundreds of people. It was unbelievable and maddening and frustrating and discouraging.
We could not turn from it
we could not walk away
and though we wanted so to disbelieve
we had no choice but to stay.
We stayed though we knew they were dying
because they were our mothers and fathers and children.
We watched as precious souls gave their lives
now, unashamedly we absorb their burden.
(¯`·.,¸¸,.·´
j♥y
(you've created an excellent poem. It should be pinned to and flown with the American flag)
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no, not adequate as iceman128 pointed out, but it definately captures whatever can be captured in words...
::sigh::..
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You truely captured the panic of the momment, and the shock too. This day has just been tramatising to our nation.
.....::::Red::::.....
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Thank you Wes. This poem hits me hard, and hits me close. I live right near DC(just a few miles away) and was in the world trade center all of two months ago... it's so painful, I cannot find any other words, to write or to comment. Stay safe, and may god be with you all.
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step-by-step: the dance of life is learned
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I also wrote something, as I watched the trade center crumbling, all I could do to stop from going insane was think....
s.d.i.w.l.w.y.mich ....
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I don't know that a poem is adequate for what has happened. When I see the World Trade Center crumbling time and again in replays or watch as the Pentagon burns, I don't think to jot down verses of poetry.
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More powerful than mine...I think you worked on it longer than I did on mine...well done, still the pain is present...
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This is great. Really. The words you used are perfect. Good adjectives. And my concolences also go to those people in the accident.
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