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The Angels Carried Me Out
Contributed by
ginsdance
on
Thursday, 12th September 2002 @ 12:50:25 PM in AEST
Topic:
AmericanTragedy
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She sat and stared in disbelief
As the towers came crashing down,
Crashing down on what was left,
What was left of one single town.
One single solitary tear
Slipped, oh so slowly, down her cheek,
As she accepted the fate of the one she loved,
In that mess upon the street.
She said a prayer for his soul,
Held her phone close to her heart,
Begging for one single ring,
For the one she loved not to depart.
She walked around like a zombie,
In a zombie like stance,
Her heart had stopped beating
With the last step of death’s dance.
She was so stricken with grief, she didn’t see him at first,
And then, she refused to believe,
She thought it was some cruel trick,
But it was so comforting.
So slowly she walked towards him,
And then picked up pace,
Then at a dead run she threw herself at him,
Their tears mingling, on what seemed like, one face.
How he got out, well they may never know,
He doesn’t even remember now,
All he can say is that in the smoke and the flames,
“The angels carried me out.”
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ginsdance
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2002-09-12 12:50:25] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: The Angels Carried Me Out
(User Rating: 1 ) by Valerie_Pearson on
Thursday, 12th September 2002 @ 01:42:58 PM AEST (User
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your heart is full of gold, there is hope is this world of pain, great write |
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Re: The Angels Carried Me Out
(User Rating: 1 ) by chatabox on
Saturday, 14th September 2002 @ 09:23:13 PM AEST (User
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what a lovely write Gin my eyes, filled with tears at the end. This is one of the best poems about 9/11 I have read.
Penny. |
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