The month where touching these walls shook my hand and suddenly perished before me. Building blocks tumbling down and bodies scattered to the ground. This is the day, where the shining city's smile frowns, as I swallow a huge shadow that comes upon me, choking my last words. This beating heart will exist somewhere else. Smoke is the guest as flames roll down and eats this twin tower in one. As I sit on my bleeding knees, my hands are cupped together and I realize this day is bigger then my tears. This day is more intense, and as they drip drop on the pavements I walk past by, I feel the souls of those that used to be here. I am mourning, as I see people jump out of windows. Oh. They will be in a better place, losing a life, but gaining a new one. I give you my heart and I pray this mind finds peace like a dove free soaring in the sky, deeply.
This is supposed to be a life of liberty
This is supposed to be a life of liberty.
