A few minutes before the tragic mess.
The ancient radio was whistly on,
Playing an old, forgotten country song.
Out of the corner of my drowsy eye,
I saw a winged beast hurling through the sky.
An airplane crashed through the north tower walls.
"Help me, help me!" were the heartbreaking calls.
Black smoke, bright flames and ash was all I saw,
I had a horrible pain in my jaw.
Bright, red blood dripped and ran down my pale face.
There were hurt people all over the place.
It was hard to see and I couldn't breathe,
That was the moment I began to scream.
I tried really hard to find my way out,
The ruins of a door I came about.
Running through all the people and debris,
I remember I'm on floor 23.
As I try to find the only staircase,
I'm slowly losing needed breathing space.
I didn't know if I would be alive,
I kept telling myself "I will survive."
The floors appeared to go on forever,
But I wouldn't give up whatsoever.
As I got closer to the final stair,
Death, pain and screaming filled the dusty air.
At last I reached the bottom after years,
Sprinting through the doors I burst into tears.
All around me were clouds of as and smoke.
The thick dust and ash made me gag and choke.
As I turned around to see what was left,
I realized that what remained was death.
That day many people went to Heaven,
Due to the harrowing 9/11.
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