The sound of the BOOM drives us to sea.
A tugging of the GLOOM from deep beneath
We dive in fast and swim towards unknown places.
Pulls us as we pass and puts grief upon our faces.
Swimming til our lungs gave out we drift onto a shore.
We watch from across and my mind takes off (leaving, wanting more)
The light from the fight from the ongoing battle blazes high in the night time sky.
I reach for you as you reach for me and I think about what things i have left behind.
It's burning, it's crashing, and I sit here only to watch time passing.
I think back to when it all started, before this horror came clashing.
I can see the smoke and hear the screams from this 2 mile stretch away
The planes came and dropped their bombs and left, leaving hell to pay.
This morning was in glory as in any other summer story.
I awoke to the sound of my cell phone buzzing.
The alarm that I had set hit on spot but I decided to keep snoozing.
Another buzz and I lept from my sheets.
Showered and dressed and then took to the streets.
There was I, sitting in my car while ignoring legal speed laws.
Driving to school as often I do, with good intent and great cause.
Fugazi's Waiting Room is playing in my car and it's blasting!
Suddenly a shadow of doom with outlined planes came overcasting.
A thunderous sound came shaking the ground and a burst blew in the air.
Not too far away I could see the delay of cars suddenly halting to stare.
I too pulled aside adding to the clutter and clatter.
Wanting to see for myself what was the trouble of this matter.
A second explosion with one other close behind.
Eradicably falling they hit hard one at a time.
I could now see the planes dropping their fiery death.
"They must be at least 8 miles away," I murmured under shallow breath.
Back to the wheel, the push of the gas made the tires squeal.
Off I sped once again.
Only this time more urgent than before this began.
I made my way right throught the maze (all the while recalling brighter days.)
The turnaround for home was not an easy path to travel.
So I made my own roads through green grass and through stone gravel.
The BOOMING continued but grew faint in my ear,
Closer to home was I and the rearview image of fire disappeared.
In all of the ruckus and fuss I dialed my house as I swerved past a bus.
Each ring only made my heart grow more faint and more lowly.
Finally an answer was there and answered was my prayer,
As I heard my sister speak way too slowly.
I spoke in a frantic while telling of the tragic.
In panic, in panic, in panic, in panic!
I then enquired of everyone that lived there.
Everyone was gone much to my despair
They all had been gone since the breaking of dawn.
I then arrived back home and pulled onto the front lawn.
The rest of my memory is a blur of a mess.
The adrenaline rush mixed with the nerves and the stress.
I recall trying to get a hold of my mother, pop and brother.
Nobody answered and I was left with an option and no other.
I knew the bombs would reach us in no time at all.
So with no second thought, and no time to stall,
To the ocean we would go to.
Just us two.
Only two.
The traffic was worse by the time we made leave,
Cars stood still now (in the streets was no heave.)
We would have to run on foot to get away.
We had no time to wait nor were we able to stay.
Closer still the sound of thunder pressed.
Minimal supplies we carried wrapped around our chests.
The evening came all too quickly as we finally reached the beach.
Smoke and fire were still slightly out of reach.
Boats or rafts, none were found so we dove in with all we had.
An island small was not too far at all...swimming 2 miles aint so bad.
I now sit here small replaying it all:
The destruction that came leaving disaster.
In my head I see the buildings with the broken plaster.
The metallic scraps, the ash and the dreams turned into trash.
In the mess of things, I am searching.
And in the mess of things a darkness is lurking.
I feel the need to go back for the others and salvage what still may be.
Feeling so restless, I think of them there so helpless so I lunge back into the sea.
If it all works out well and we live through this hell,
I dare say that I'll have quite the story to tell.
