by Dawn Pawz

Created on: June 30, 2010

Ensnare

The wind, an exhaust of a savage foray.
Endless fragments of molten steel, now
driven by harsh, darkened hearts, those
hearts swirl unbeating amidst the bitter,                                                                    

chalk-gray world.

The blast, somehow guided
by its own thick, perverse energy.
Shock, unable to fairly describe the
breathing of one's own pained lungs, who
now unwantingly play host to so many
other's lives now only alive through your
own breath.

The horror of seeing shoes,                                                    
pieces of luggage, Important documents,
half burnt, now aimlessly driven around you.
Your world now changed, forever changed,
as changed as the lives you strive not
to inhale. Merely running for safety through
this gray, swirling world of death, feels like
sacrilege, as if each hurried step would
further insult.

The gray masticated residue
catches the tear of your survival.                                                                               
                                                                                 

 

We all still fight such hatred that would drive individuals to perform such acts.  Our hearts need to always remember our sameness, even despite our divisions.  Within this tragedy that struck on 9/11/2001,  there was so much good that also took place.  All the dear souls that gave their all to try to rescue the fallen.  Never forget our oneness.    911 Wikipedia

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