I’m sorry…
Just spread your wings and jump.
Fall to your one, one and only death
But try not to think of it
That way. Think of it as flying.
Is it suicide if you’re going to die anyway?
You’re victims but you’re
So much more right now.
A hero to this world
But hero is an imperfect word.
I’m sorry…
Now you’re burning
And the whole world’s crashing down.
You’re falling free style
To a God that you thought
Would never let you down.
It’s sweet though…
She was the last thing on your mind.
He was the last one that you spoke to
And you cried together slow.
I’m sorry…
Your heart’s security was rough.
The evil slipped right past it
And now you’re trying to act tough.
It’s burning or falling
And the choice must be made:
Why wait to burn in flames?
Why jump when you could have stayed?
The choice to die is up to you
And either way we will remember you.
What an original way to convey the horror of that day. This beautiful , raw and sincere and conveying deep emotion and compassion ever so much more than a lot of 9/11 poetry does. Very good, Silver
Submission Name: I'm Sorry
