The windowless buildings

So much like the soulless eyes

Of those who's brother

Or sister

Died in the tragedy.

The falling building

So much in contrast

To the rising smoke.

To know that the ones

I hold dear

Could be taken

So easily

Makes fear and anxiety

Run through my veins.

We must remember

We must hold on

For what else is the past

There for

Except to remind us

Not to make the same mistakes?

We will learn the meaning

Behind the learning

Of the terror.