My dream is to learn how to fly a plane,
get to know the clouds that surround me,
and maybe then they'll carry us to safety.
I yearn to cast terror into the pyromaniac,
watch him cry as the fire meets the water rushing through my veins,
for we aren't meant to bring the sun so close to us.
Tears dropping down from the windows but it's not raining,
ashes turning everyone into dust,
and you were betrayed by those who sold you a dream.
It was a beautiful day until it wasn't,
but I can't fly a plane,
and nor can I put out a fire,
and I couldn't stop fear from being the last thing you ever knew.
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Author:
The Indignant Poetess (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Never forget.
- Category: Sad
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Never have, never will forget. That is for sure. A beautiful poem that speaks to the horror of the most "beautiful day" I can remember...until it wasn't. Hauntingly beautiful and a fave. This sounds like it comes from a personal loss...if so, my condolences, my friend. Regardless, beautiful poem. 🌹👏
Thank you! I actually didn't experience a personal loss from 9/11. I was 2 years old when it happened, but there's something about 9/11 that makes me feel for those who have to experience such suffering. The fact that fear, screaming and crying is the last thing they knew before dying never fails to make me cry and wish it didn't have to be that way. That's definitely part of what I wanted to convey with this poem.
Indeed. A sad reality, which you conveyed as if you knew it personally. That tells me, my friend, you have empathy and this world is so desperately in need of that. That you were only 2 when this happened and you can speak to it so powerfully, well done. 🌹👏
A beautiful write about the horrors of that day from hell,the world will never forget, well expressed
Thank you.
You are very welcome
This goes beyond art, this is a haunting reminder of that day and the way you wrote it you have it the weight and gravity it deserves. I can feel your sadness in every line, to say this was well written is an understatement.
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