Twin TowersThis is dedicated to those who were trapped on floors above the point where the planes crashed into the twin towers on that dreadful morning. Imagine life suddenly being reduced to just two choices. It’s a chilling, sobering thought.


Poem by Larry Buford

 I heard the roaring of the plane

so close I held my breath

then an explosive crash announced

 the arrival of death.

The tremendous boom, the crunch, the grind

drowned out my desperate scream

great fireballs, heat so intense

I prayed it was a dream.

Fear took control – what shall I do

perish in flames or flee

I paced and cried, I cried and paced

 time running out on me.

No where to run, no where to hide

so far above the ground

 my last wish for my loved ones was

that my remains be found.

I jumped into Eternity

Hell blazing at my heels

I pleaded, God have mercy…

knowing my fate was sealed.

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Larry Buford is a Los Angeles-based freelance writer. Author of “Things Are Gettin’ Outta Hand” (Steuben Pub)