Blackout Poem

 

A Blackout Poem 

          Control

                                                                                 

Capitol

 

                                                      Sirens

                              People

                                                   Streets

                                                                         Problems

                                                      Burning

                                     Blackened

                                                              Helpless, trapped, wounded

                 Blankets, expression

 

     Could only mean one thing.

 

 

 

Why?

Well, I had always wanted to honor the people who were unfortunate and not being able to make it out of the Twin Towers. Firefighters, police, paramedics, and the innocent victims of the attack so this blackout poem is dedicated to them, the ones that risked their lives for others.