Darkness plagues a little insignificant corner
As I lay upon the cobble stones.

The sounds of gunshots in the distance arouse
Me from my quiet slumber.

At that moment, I realize that it is not a dream
But a terror that cannot escape its own reality.

Flashes wield through the tiny shards of window
Still left from the last attack on my home.

A quiet tear gently falls from my face
As I dream to be carried elsewhere, to safety.

And then after the worst flash of all
All is silent. All is Dark.

Trying to look out my eyes,
I see nothing, I hear nothing.

Then, gasping deeply for air, I begin
To see tiny shapes moving in the distance.

I lay in the darkness of the room,
Hoping for safety, dreaming for life.

Then the troops are summoned off the distance
And I know that, at least for now, I am safe.

~don't take anything about war light to the heart.
~*~bettyjoe~*~

He was terrified when he saw it. He was wishing it would miss it. But it never missed it. In fact, it hit! It was a scary sight, people ran, ran, and ran.

Then it collapsed! There was another plane and it hit, too! It was a while until it collapsed.

The End

It was a very sad day when over thousands of people died, especially if you know someone that was on those airplanes or the Twin Towers. All the people in the world are so sorry. I knew someone on there, it was my uncle.