9/11
September 11th, 2001
Just like yesterday.
Starting 4th grade,
the smell of summer fun going away,
then when I get home,
I could swim through the tenseness.
Our nation had been attacked
by people who don’t know
the excitement of freedom.
Me, there, laying,
knowing innocent
people were being killed.
Not doing anything.
Feeling the anger of sickness.
Seeing towers of red
falling to the ground.
I smelt something wrong that day,
but didn’t tell anyone.
I loved the feeling of freedom,
but now im wondering,
is that even possible?
2006-12-17
16:31:19
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