When There is a Disaster

Written by: Kalen Lewis 

Can you taste the iron in your mouth?
The fatal blow is pouring out.
Can you feel it running down your nose?
The volcano's plasma, a steady flow.
Can you feel the explosions dance in your head?
Alive one minute and the next almost dead.
Can you even tell what's going on?
The thread has been cut; the light is gone.

June 15, 2015

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At first, this poem was inspired by the sensation of a bloody nose I had. About half-way through writing it however, I started thinking about the events of 9/11 and the lives that were tragically lost. I started to imagine the confusion the victims must have been feeling and the pain they must have gone through.
And so... I wrote.

In Memory of the Victims from the Events of September 11, 2001.