16 July 2012
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-
Final Phone Call. • Opuss № I