PenguinPoetess

The Shaking

People surround as the tower crumbles

Voices, earsplitting against the blazing fire

Numb bodies fall to their knees, as an escaping is impossible

There is no continuation for their loved ones

Buildings flame and fill with smoke

Homes filled with possessions and memories

Everyone is hoping for recovery

As loved ones lose their souls

Too young, too brave, each one

A soul to protect

With no way for protecting

Leaving families aching

To bring back to life

Those lost in the combustion

Of the shaking

A.M.