unsure (9/11) by Kalikala Smith My pieces are scattered. They're bound to the floor. The darkness encased me, but what is it for? I want to be free, from this insanity. I want to keep living, not dying in tragedy. So why? Why here and now? Am I another face in the crowd, who would die for their country, if they only knew how? 09/11/2001 Posted on 03/26/2003 Copyright © 2024 Kalikala Smith Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)