September 11th.

. September 11th .
High Roll

. by .

. infey .

(c)sep11, 2001

I sit here, horrified.
Today, the United
States has come
under attack.
Some unknown
agressor has hijacked
passenger planes and
crashed them into
targets.  The world
trade center in new
york was struck this
morning.  Now both
towers lie in ruin,
collapsed.  Soon after
the pentagon was
struck, and parts also
collapsed.  I imagine
the shock.  Suddenly
so vulnerable... the
loss of family, and
colleagues.  I sit and
watch the reports on
CNN now.  My thoughts
wander to my love,
Jessica, who is in
the states right now.
I feel helpless.  Most
borders between the
States and Canada
have been closed off.
Those that havn't are
heavy on security.
I tried to call
Jessica, but my
call was not accepted
by the US.  Washington
is under Martial Law,
and all planes are
being diverted here,
to Canada.
This attack makes
Pearl Harbour seem
like childs play.
The sheer magnitude
of this.  My heart goe
out to the families of
those who have lost
loved ones in this
cowardly attack.  I
love you Jessica,
be safe, and be strong

- infey

realesed.sept.11th.
Shallow dreams
try meagly to grasp
the seperation of
souls, but falls short
paining.  One question
comes to mind, the
recurring question,
the nightmare: "why?"