The opening of elevator doors
Rustling of hurried steps on the carpet
The magnetic click of the office doors
A slow walk to the cubicle
To begin another long, weary day.
The dryness in the mouth quenched by black coffee,
What a satisfying gulp!
A fond, smiling glance exchanged with the picture of his wife and children on
the desk,
The first official call of the day
Thank God it's a friend!
Pleasant conversations, thrown backward and forward - interrupted with laughter.
Suddenly a thundering crash shakes the building
Paper and debris flying everywhere
Fire and smoke engulf the floor
People scrambling for the Exit door
Chaos, Panic, Pandemonium and Mayhem.
Packed stairways filled with anxious people
Trapped workers screaming for HELP!
Brave firefighters and policemen rush in to save them.
Intense, unbearable heat and suffocating smoke
People jumping through 90 story windows, without any hope.
Their worst nightmare unfolds in front of them at a snail's pace
The bastard terrorists have attacked their office space.
Note: A poem dedicated to all the victims of this horrific tragedy and
especially to Mr. Barry Kirschbaum
and Mr. Andrew Bailey on the 93rd Floor of World Trade Center (my boss and my
friend).