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 Harry Sweeden. My life in verse.

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A victim

(sept 11th)


So much dust.
The bright blue sky and marshmallow clouds have disapeared…
Cannot see…!!!???
What has happened to it all…?
I can faintly hear a call…
"please help me…
I cannot see… cannot feel…
My head is in a spin… it’s so surreal".
What has happened to the sky and why
...are there so many Cries of anguish and terror…?
I can feel little air to breathe as my heart starts to panic…
What was the deadly noise that caused the sky to fade…
that shattered stone and metal…
left no hope of escape?
I feel bodies under foot
limbs that lay alone…
I feel the heat of fire…
I want to be at home.
I see blurs but no real figures
or shapes that make real sense…
only dust and screaming shadows…
as the fire burns intense.
Oh God please, please help me…
is this the end of all I know?
Will I never see a sunrise
or a sunset gently glow…
Will I never see my children
or the smile in their eyes…
Will I only hear the anguish
as others slowly die?
I can feel my life is fading…
I am dying… cannot breath…
the fire is getting closer…
Already burning at my feet.
I can only pray that one day…
After all the dust has cleared.
My world will find true love in man...
And hope will outlive fear.







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