Fates Collision

by LostWords   Sep 11, 2012


Eighty fourth floor,
twelve people trapped.
An unspeakable horror,
so close to impact.

Thinking at first
it was just an accident.
Hatred reared its head
as the second tower was hit.

This changes everything,
oh this vicious act.
Innocence meets a fiery death
as this, a terrorist attack.

To step outside
it was sheer destruction,
but in the Trade Center,
fate screams in slow motion.

Mental images
burned in every mind.
Hoping no one suffered
before they died.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Alanis

    Mental images
    Burned in every mind
    Hoping no one suffered
    Before they died

    This is the perfect way to end this poem.
    I reli liked this poem. Its so well expressed.
    Perfect. 5/5 keep writing

    • 11 years ago

      by LostWords

      Thank you so much to both!

    • 11 years ago

      by LostWords

      Thank you so much to both!

  • 11 years ago

    by Alanis

    Mental images
    Burned in every mind
    Hoping no one suffered
    Before they died

    This is the perfect way to end this poem.
    I reli liked this poem. Its so well expressed.
    Perfect. 5/5 keep writing