You cry, but no one can actually hear you.
You wish that you were dreaming
And that your life wouldn’t be over in a mere hour
Just to see your family again
Before you become a shadow
In the night forever
A place once filled with light is darkness in its own description
Oh your heart is beating so fast like a drum
Then the last thing you do is cry
But no one knows what happened to you
All they will remember is the shadowy day known as 911.
Those numbers used to mean help, but no one helped you
Today you cried the last tear your eyes will ever feel
Regretfully, leaving the world with a shadowy good-bye
So all that’s left to do is CRY.
Cry Carter Sessoms 6-4 Poetry
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