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Count down
The days for
The ones who
Died
Sigh in sadness,
Looking down
Upon your feet
Meet the parents
Who carry a burdened
Loss
Toss the
Tears from
Your face
Race to
The scene,
A fearful
Look upon
Your face
Don't fall
Down, for
There's someone
Else who needs
You now
Cover your
Mouth with
Both hands,
Bend back
In shock
Send an
Email that'll
Rip a heart
Apart
Watch that
Plane fly
Into one,
An explosion
Becoming
See the
Towers
Falling down,
One after the
Other
Bury that
Black casket
In the ground,
Tears falling
Down
Welcoming
The face of
Death
Cry your
Eyes out
As you
Watch
Your little
Girl die
Find someone
To hug, to cry
On one's shoulder
Smoke rising
From the
Reboils, croke
with tears
Lay her favorite
Teddy bear at
The sight, promising
To remember her
Forever
The slight change
In wind threatens
To blow out the flame,
But it stands tall
It stands tall
To remember
The ones who
Died that day
To say "I'm
Sorry for what
Happened to you,"
Isn't enough
For anyone
Of use
Enough would
Be to have our
Children, husbands, wifes,
Boyfriends, girlfriends
And friends back
But we lack
In the power
To rise dead
From the grave
This flame's
Still there,
Representing
The unbreakable
Loss we endered
That September
Day
I count down
The days to
September 11th,
A tear down
my face
The days for
The ones who
Died
Sigh in sadness,
Looking down
Upon your feet
Meet the parents
Who carry a burdened
Loss
Toss the
Tears from
Your face
Race to
The scene,
A fearful
Look upon
Your face
Don't fall
Down, for
There's someone
Else who needs
You now
Cover your
Mouth with
Both hands,
Bend back
In shock
Send an
Email that'll
Rip a heart
Apart
Watch that
Plane fly
Into one,
An explosion
Becoming
See the
Towers
Falling down,
One after the
Other
Bury that
Black casket
In the ground,
Tears falling
Down
Welcoming
The face of
Death
Cry your
Eyes out
As you
Watch
Your little
Girl die
Find someone
To hug, to cry
On one's shoulder
Smoke rising
From the
Reboils, croke
with tears
Lay her favorite
Teddy bear at
The sight, promising
To remember her
Forever
The slight change
In wind threatens
To blow out the flame,
But it stands tall
It stands tall
To remember
The ones who
Died that day
To say "I'm
Sorry for what
Happened to you,"
Isn't enough
For anyone
Of use
Enough would
Be to have our
Children, husbands, wifes,
Boyfriends, girlfriends
And friends back
But we lack
In the power
To rise dead
From the grave
This flame's
Still there,
Representing
The unbreakable
Loss we endered
That September
Day
I count down
The days to
September 11th,
A tear down
my face
I atchully started crying when I wrote this, I know it's really sad. But I needed to get my feelings out about 9/11. This poem is dedacated to all the people who loss their lives or people they love that day, I hope it turned out okay.
~ Erin Rose
~ Erin Rose
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