I had just woke up that day, i wasn't in school and my mother screamed for me and uh i walked into the living room to see the second plane hit and i was alone when they fell...i will never forget that day, when i sat in my living room, on my knees wishing i could help people...i never felt so helpless in my life...its a good poem..you caught the confusion of that day and the pain just right

Ooh. Great poem. The repetition works so well for this! And there is nothing wrong with taking a few years to get thoughts together. _