No Book in My Hand

No Book in My Hand

A Poem by Blackrose

A poem written for the For The Fallen contest, Ill prbly write another tho :P About my original experience of spetember 11th while stationed all the way overseas, hoepfuly its touching in its own way, I may make a second part about now though :) And how


Sitting at a wooden desk

Listening to this and that

Suddenly a word hit my brain

A chord was stricken, of sudden surprise,

A tale of death,

Was it the truth?

Were the fires still there?

Burning alive with naught a care?

I looked at the screen,

But did not understand.

Why people looked away,

bibles in their hands.

Why a moment of silence,

Was asked to be had.

For I was but a girl

of ten years back then,

Just sitting in school,

No book in my hand.

© 2009 Blackrose

Author's Note

R&R pls, and say wat need help :)

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Added on March 16, 2009



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