As the beautiful twins collapsed ,
our hearts plummeted down,
and shattered on the dew dusted sidewalk.

One plane,
Two planes,
Boom.

Dust filling the air around,
filling up lungs until there wasn't a sound.

Small children gasped for air,
and cried for parents lost in crossfire.

NYPD rushed by, blue lights flashing,
fire trucks from all around came, sirens blasting,
ambulance’s flew threw the streets,
everyone was watching but no one made a peep.

Teachers stopped teaching the math’s,
Students stopped listening in class,
and parents rushed nervously from work to their babies.

The day was dark,
The lights were bright,
and still, nothing felt right.

The world had been paused,

but for what reason?
Out of respect?
Shock?

or pure terror.

That’s where the word terrorist comes from,
isn't it?

A terror felt so deep it freezes your bones.

A terror so painful, it breaks your heart.
A terror so strong, leaving life never the same.

“911- What’s your emergency?”
…
But how do you tell someone your whole life was taken from you.

Your sense of security is a blur,
Your family singed somewhere below,
and all that’s left behind,
is the shivers felt deep in your bones.


As the weeks went by the days were still so hard,
posters skipped across the roads,
waiting for an owner to take them home.
?

The airports were closed and all a mess,
US citizens didn't think they passed the test.
Security was taken to new measures,
and rules were enforced.

But how does that excuse the last news reports?

The day the towers fell was sad to say the least,
it left everyone robbed of their peace.
And as the operators asked what the emergency was,
No one had really known until all the damage was done.