The Tower

I wrote this today, imagining the horror, smelling the aftermath as I exited the tube. I felt so sad. I live with sorrow for all that is lost and hope for all that is yet to be found, proud of our heroes and of people coming together, ashamed that it could possibly have been prevented.

The Tower

The smell hangs in the air

Burnt plastic is pungent

Yet no smoke rises

Hungry flames extinguished

People no longer stop and stare

All that remains is the shell

Black and hollow

Ravaged and silent

Screaming in sadness

Reminding us of the hell


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