It was a bright and sunny day when
America's heart began to decay. No one would have imagined
what the day had in store. Would have even imagined
all the bodies lying on the floor. People trying to
escape running for their lives. The building's shock
and then one by one lives were took. People cried not
knowing what else to do. Wondering who was killed. Was
it someone close to you. How could someone take so many
lives. One act of senselessness make millions of people
cry. Heroes went in to save someone else. Not even taking
time to protect themselves. As people sat and cried
people came together hugging, wiping each other's eyes.
You can feel bad but remember to pray. But everyone
will always remember the day America's heart began to
decay.
As I heard horrifying stories about
people jumping from windows. I think about millions
of people watching America's heart start to kindle.
Watching grown men cry was truly a site for young one's
eyes. Everyone being glued to the TV Me wondering how
could God let this be. I know question God is not the
right thing to do. But who can answer these questions
certainly not me, can you...
Imagine being in a room that is
pitch black can't see anything, but you can hear things
behind your back. You turn around toward the sound.
Wondering what's there? Who's around. Being scared
to do anything. Then all of a sudden you can see something.
A streak of light a little hope. That little hope
makes you feel like you can float. You hear someone
they say they're coming to get you. Then all of a
sudden something crumbles on top of you. You're still
alive but in so much pain you wish you would die.
Hours and hours it has been wandering when they going
to save you. Are they even coming. They take the sad
off of you. They look at you wondering if you're alive
and what to do. They pick you up and rush you off.
To a nearby ambulance with experts experience just
for this cause. As you're losing consciousness you
think about what's gonna happen next. When you wake
up all you can think about as you sat was that terrifying
room that was pitch black.
Thousands of people are lost.
What is America gonna do. How much is it gonna cost.
People are not prank calling schools. How could people
be such fools. Many people are still missing. Lovebirds
are no longer kissing. Imagine being in a city so
noisy. Is not considered dead in a ghost city. How
long will it be until things are back to the way they
used to be. Thinking this has touched everyone personally.
As I sit here and
watch my sister's boyfriend look for his brother
who is lost. I think about how much the rebuilding
is going to cost. As people are being pulled out
of the rubble, I think about how one's stupidity
caused so much trouble. I can't believe we're going
to go to war. All I think about is the heroes missing
much more than before. As I watch the tears fall
from my mother's eyes, I think about the black smoke
covering the skies. All I can think about is what
tomorrow has in store. What will the body can't
show hopefully not more and more.
