Hannah/Pyrate's poetry

I won't post more than one just yet, I have to go, so here's the most recent one I've written;


109 (Choice Of Execution)

He said "I love you" and that was the last goodbye,
And no one knew that day would be the day so many would die.
The wet white flying in the air,
Frantically hoping somebody could care.
Whoever decided to destroy a perfect day is insane,
Whoever decided to jump that day did not die in vain.
Those above had a choice out of two,
You could pick one and that's what you had to do.
There was no going back, there was no bend,
Once you decided, that was your end.
There was no hope, there was no other solution,
You only had your choice of the 109 execution.
Disturbed by the symbolic image of the falling man,
Frightened by the sounds of those who destroyed the plan.
You can't change history, and what happened that day,
You can pray and try but the memory won't go away.
You can light a candle or pray at the side of your bed,
Before you blow it out and make the final cross to rest your head.

End.
(It's about 9/11, in case you were wondering.)