A poem based upon the 9/11 bombings.
I'm standing on the top floor,
The other floors are gone,
Of survivors in this tower,
I'm the only one.
I know that I will die here,
So quickly 'fore I go,
I need to call my family-
I just want them to know...
Today something has happened,
A plane had burnt my work,
I'm teetering on existence,
Just yonder death does lurk.
I have fifteen percent phone battery,
I wanted to call you,
To tell you how I love you all,
A feeling never new.
Along the city's skyline,
A crimson haze of ash,
And smoke is filling up the air,
And flesh is like a rash.
I have to watch them all die,
And know my time is here,
I love you all, my family-
Though yet my time is near.
The last thing to my brother:
I fought over the phone,
I'd like to say I'm sorry,
And don't feel so alone.
And to my parents, both,
I live you till I hurt,
For every important message,
For every Christmas shirt!
And to my little sister:
You're only seven now,
One day when you're older,
I know we'd have a row.
My battery is dying now:
And not just on my cell,
I love you all, my family,
There's not much more to tel-
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