To die one way
or to die another.
The most impossible of any choices.
To think that that choice
was actually made.
How can we begin to imagine?
These two towers that were much
too tall
for this.
These two towers that were bound
to fall
from this.
Can you still see them?
Invisible against the skyline.
Reflected in the eyes of the people who saw,
Who saw unwillingly, and will never forget.
(A/N... I don't at all wish to offend anyone who knew those involved in 9/11: this poem was written only to express my personal feelings/thoughts on what happened. God bless those who were lost.)
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Before We Start To Dream
PoetryThe last minute thoughts of brains before sleep takes over; translated into a series of short poems about various, not-particularly-connected things...
