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AMERICA UNDER ATTACK |
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AMERICA UNDER ATTACK |
At work when I first heard the story.
It was one I could hardly believe.
I was filled with the sense I was helpless.
I was sad and I wanted to grieve.
I was mad a the culprits who did this.
I was scared it could happen to me.
All this fear and emotion that filled me,
were feelings I couldn't set free.
As the story unfolded, it hit me.
Came on me, so strong and so quick.
I physically started to feel queasy.
This news, it was making me sick.
I thought for a moment, I was fainting.
I thought I was going to throw up.
Not prepared for the news I was hearing.
As developments, each would show up.
No news ever hit me so heavy.
I was blown, far away, by it all.
By watching the buildings, while burning.
One by one, watching each of them fall.
All the people who jumped from the windows.
The planes as they crashed into flames.
The thought of the people involved there.
The result of these terrorist games.
As I write I am feeling, still, squeamish.
Still filled with a deep disbelief.
I don't think that I, soon, will feel better.
I would guess I'm just scratching my grief.
I will follow this story, real closely.
I will follow it thru thin and thru thick.
I'll write all of the feelings that I'm going thru.
Though this story is making me sick.
9/11/2001 - 8:59 p.m.