Hi guys! Sorry I haven't been on this as much lately. Anyways, this is a poem I wrote in school to commereate 9/11, which can be a kind of sensitive topic. This is also a poem written from a fire fighter's POV, so... well, I dunno, why I felt like I needed to tell you that, actually. I guess enjoy?? It's kinda sad..... :,( I guess that makes sense, though, with the whole 'about 9/11' thing.
Anyways, bye for now!!
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The Towers of Smoke
Sometimes, when the journalists come, they ask questions--
Questions like
How did you feel?
What did you think?
Who did you lose?
What do you remember?
That's always the hardest
I remember the sun,
Breaking through the clouds,
Lighting up the morning,
Sending golden rays through the rows of office buildings,
Like an army of giants' legs,
Forever marching to the sea
I remember the smoke,
Sharp and bitter,
Not at all like a campfire,
The first sign of something wrong
I remember the panic,
People running through the streets,
Fighting for escape
I remember a child's cry of pain,
As a skinned knee was born,
Of fire and mobs of frenzied animals
Then came the call,
The odd sense of terror-filled courage,
The surreal sight of a hole in the building,
Where dozens of cubicle workers should be
After that was the climb,
Hours of sweat and pain,
Of scratchy throats and screaming GO
Five floors, the smoke too thick to see through
Ten, twenty floors now, hundreds of people gone
By thirty I could see the flames
By thirty-seven, I saw the first raindrop
A human--I didn't know his name
I didn't know what coffee he drank,
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Pure ~ A Collection of Poetry
PoetryA simple collection of poems I've put together, meant to get you thinking. I wrote some and gathered some, but if you don't like poetry, don't read. ;) RANKED #356 IN POETRY ON 7/27/2016!
