Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Something I wrote for September 11th

I remember that fateful day,
Looking around my lunchroom, confused and nothing to say.
In matter of fact, we all were.
Mouths agape and our wits a blur.
Why did this happen? Or rather, how could it?
We tried to make sense, but the details would not fit.

I remember going make home and running to my terrace.
26th floor, people crying, people sighing, the hurt was relentless.
I stood there in shock, as I watched the deep black smoke fill the air.
I could see it clearly, but the smoke was everywhere.
Preventing me from coming to a conclusion,
Filling our heads with confusion.

I remember the fire trucks rushing down the street,
they came quick, fast as a heartbeat.
And I hoped they made it on time,
Uptown to Downtown, that's one heck of a ride.

I remember the people praying.
I remember the people hugging.
I remember what the news was saying.
I remember the people running.

But we as a whole have to remember: Be strong.
Despite who was down there, they were all covered with the same dust.
The dust of pain, the dust of sorrow, and the dust of strength.
Let's not forget the people who rushed down there and helped out.
It's was beyond the job, some felt it was a natural duty.

I remember the people praying.
I remember the people hugging.
I remember what the news was saying.
I remember the people running.

We all remember September 11th.

1 comment:

GuY said...

9/11 Never forgotten. I liked the poem