I was not there when it happened.
I witnessed the plane hit. It was rapid.
The towers stood tall, but now they are flattened.
I was just one year old.
There were two other attacks, I was told.
Rescue workers were quick and bold.
I was far away from the events.
The belongings in my bag make up my parent's contents.
Who knows what all this devastation presents.
I hear about it every year on the anniversary.
I go to the memorial and grieve for my parents universally.
They ended up with cancer and needed surgery.
I don’t remember.
I saw it unfold like an ember.
We cleaned up after the events in September.
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Comments1
(suspended poetic lines
reflective
of those floating, what if's
of life)
a sobering read, wonderfully unique
I'm sorry for your loss and hurt, dear poet
I didn’t lose anyone. My perspective is the left-aligned voice. But thank you
ok even better, sorry for misunderstanding
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