8:46

A beautiful September morning,

The world changed for me

Once at 8:46

Then again at 9:03

So impressionable in age

Coming right out of my teens

Tears filled my eyes as

I watched the TV screen

American Flight 11 was first

Then United 175

My heart just sank with 77

When it hit the Pentagon’s side

Glued to my TV with tears

I watched with complete shock

When the south tower fell to the ground

One minute before ten o’clock

I screamed out loud watching the news

And I realized what I had seen

Americans were under attack…

In a way we had never even dreamed

Souls from the north falling like tears from the air,

Dropping from Hell into Heaven.

Sudden a roar and then complete white silence…

Asbestos knows how to deafen.

Walking around like zombies they were..

Walking around in complete abject terror.

220 floors of dust in the air

Towers turned to dust in error.

Little did we know on flight 93

They learned the plot and knew what to do…

They took back the plane and sacrificed themselves…

Knowing what New York had just went thru.

Americans all around gather underneath silent skies

Vigils, grief and unity all around.

Sifting thru all of wreckage to see if by a miracle…

If lit souls were still in this mound.

It wasn’t long before it was made known

This happened for power, money, and politics

Because it didn’t take long for them to bury what started

That September morning at 8:46.

(Written on September 11, 2022 4:27PM)