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by LostWords Sep 11, 2012 category : Life, society / patriotism
Eighty fourth floor, twelve people trapped. An unspeakable horror, so close to impact. Thinking at first it was just an accident. Hatred reared its head as the second tower was hit. This changes everything, oh this vicious act. Innocence meets a fiery death as this, a terrorist attack. To step outside it was sheer destruction, but in the Trade Center, fate screams in slow motion. Mental images burned in every mind. Hoping no one suffered before they died.
by Alanis
Mental images Burned in every mind Hoping no one suffered Before they died This is the perfect way to end this poem. I reli liked this poem. Its so well expressed. Perfect. 5/5 keep writing
by LostWords
Thank you so much to both!