The Day Americans Learned Fear

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The Day Americans Learned Fear © M.S {xxNCBreaKxx}
March 30, 2011

{I apologize in advance that it's most likely not that good. It's like, the first poem I EVER made, and I am horrible at poems. o-o
Authors Note; If you are squeamish or don't like to read or talk about 9/11, do not read this. I made this poem because that day was just plain horrible, and I never want to experience something like that again, even if I really have no personal connection to that day.}

Eyes used to sparkle,
People used to laugh,
Flowers used to bloom pink and white,
Sunny days used to happen all right.

That was all years ago,
Gloomy days are ahead,
Americans learned fear on that one fateful day,
And I now know no boundaries but to pray.

9/11 happened that day,
Everyone assumed we were weak,
Our hearts strengthened though,
And our veins began to flow.

Our awareness grew,
Our curiosity surpassed us,
Americans learned to fear on that one fateful day,
And I now know no boundaries but to pray.

I was only a young girl then,
I couldn’t remember the details,
The planes hit mercilessly,
And my life changed permanently.

I was in the school office picking up my sick sister with mommy,
The T.V sputtered to life and showed a live video of the towers,
Fire erupted from one as it started to fall,
Rocks and glass flew everywhere, larger then a golf ball.

Screams of terror,
Screams of pain,
Screams of pure hatred,
Screams that barley faded,

I stood strong,
My heart held high,
And I stared at that T.V,
A scream inside of me growing beastly,

My stomach dropped,
The death rate was recited,
The numbers, though, couldn’t get through to me,
I knew how brave I couldn't be.

I imagined myself, running from the traffic,
I imagined myself, inside that one building,
I imagined myself, a crying child with their head held high,
But I couldn’t imagine myself starting to die.

I stood still as a brick wall,
My mouth wide open,
Mommy tried to herd me out,
Sister crying her eyes out.

I shook my head and said, “Mommy, what happened?”
My small sweet voice couldn’t get through to her,
Tears burned her eyes and she shook her head,
“The worst terror attack in history,” she read.

The words were printed on the screen,
The words were stuck in my head,
The words were stabbing through my heart,
My mind will always remember that part.

I left the office,
My face twisted in rage,
My fingers gripped together
And I silently had to pray.

“God, keep these people safe,
God, keep these people strong,
God, keep these people alive,
God, let these people strive.”

I will always remember the day Americans learned fear,
I will always remember the day Americans grew strong,
I will always remember the day Americans proved them wrong,
I will always remember the worst terror attack in history,
I will always remember that one fateful day,
It was 9/11 that I would never forget.

{Sorry, I was too tempted to add colors, because I like colors. </3 Well, that's my poem about 9/11. Yes, I think I am horrible, personally, but what do you guys think?}