There is screaming,
So much it tortures my ears
And that deafening explosion
Sent it away,
Please, send it back.
Soon I am bleeing
From places I haven't before
And everything is crashing
around me; I am alone
It's hard to bare
How much pressure
That hold my body in place
A bind I can't escape
Then a high-pitched noise
With an almost unhunman sound,
Alarms my heart,
When I realize it is my own.
Now the pain is thriving
From underneath my very own flesh.
Through every muscle, and every bone.
Although already I see nothing,
My eyes are blinded with white
Take me some place
Where pain is only myth
Make it stop,
Please, make it stop...
And then it does.
Author notes
This was written for the anniversary of 9/11.
A contest entry
- make me feel something. by aanika.
1003 points, ended July 20, 2008, 25 entries
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