On That Dreadful Morning

September 11, 2015

On that dreadful morning Really hard to believe Pain and suffering are still there Families continue to grieve There was nothing but turmoil Destruction and devastation A total uproar Poor hearts weighed a ton There were several plane crashes The world was in a state of acrimony Thousands of lives were sadly lost Nothing but a bitter tragedy We will never forget that day Lots of darkness and clouds rolled in The teardrops were abundant The looks on all of our faces are still grim

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This is my description of myself and my poetry. My name is Brooklyn Six aka The Brooklyn Six Project. I was born on Monday, August 26th 1974 in New York City. I graduated from DeWitt Clinton High School in June 1992. I served in the United States Navy for nine years. While in the Navy I have lived in New York, Chicago, Los Angeles, Portland Or, and Seattle. I currently live in Lynnwood, Washington about twenty miles north of downtown Seattle. Poetry is my written medication whenever I feel stressed about something. All of my poems are about life, love, happiness, sadness, triumph, and tragedy. Hopefully, i will be able to captivate others with my poetry. Take care everyone.

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