Struggling through one day at a time
Defeating those who offended us with crime
Reading the letters that bring us to tears
Seeing their photos help with the fears
Longing to hear the last words that you said
Hanging on with determination and dread
Here to make the struggles disappear
It’s only the pops and bangs that I fear
A gun in one hand my pride in the other
In the twin towers was that of my mother
Feeding off the water and bread
In darkened pit holes lays there a bed
Family and friends I fight for today
Since nine eleven took them away
I don’t believe that they all deserve to die
To see tots on the ground I can’t help but to cry
Afraid of what’s to come with the sun
I wonder if tomorrow ill regret what ive done
A contest entry
- Quickie for the Bored Poet by zillion.
300 points, ended June 15, 2007, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Regret what you've done...are you writing from the attackers point of view?
I for love, adore New York City, so to visit there now and see the gap that's where the towers used to be, is very hard.
The reality in this was harsh.
Zill
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