Today I went to work and felt as though something wasn't quite right 
How was I to know I was to be the victim of someone else's fight? 
One moment I am at my desk answering a phone call 
The next moment I stand watching in horror as the building next to me begins to fall 
Is this really happening or is it just a dream? 
My head is now so foggy and nothing is as it seems 
My friends and I just stand there, shocked and unsure of what to do 
Then something inside us screams to say 'our final I love you's' 
We make our phone calls and head down the stairs uncertain of what's ahead 
Each face I pass filled with so much confusion, fear and dread 
We see the Firemen coming up as we are going down 
They tell us to keep moving quickly and head to lower ground 
Not knowing what has happened we know that something's horribly wrong 
We heed their advice and do as they ask and begin to move along 
I saw with my own eyes that plane crash into that Tower 
That's the last thing I expected to see at this early hour 
Not knowing what's about to happen, we all calmly walk towards safety 
But, it's too late, the building is falling and coming down around me 
There's no time left, nowhere to run 
All I can do is pray to God that my time on earth isn't done 
As the building begins to tumble and debris falls everywhere 
I reach out in this darkness for someone, but I feel no one there 
What has just happened and where did my fellow workers go? 
I pray they made it to safety down there below 
I can't see a thing but darkness and the fear in me is growing inside 
I must hold on to my faith and hope that somehow I will survive 
I am trapped in this rubble, but at least there is air 
I pray that someone will hear my cries somewhere out there 
The minutes turn into hours, the hours turn into days 
Hope for me is fading, but my faith for rescue stays 
I can hear you calling out, but why can't you hear me? 
Then I remember, they're outside and I'm in all this debris 
Though hope is slowly fading fast 
As the days go rolling past 
I pray that all my fellow workers and those I do not know are found 
Safely in the loving arms of those who made it down 
I pray to the rescuer's of this great City 
Please, oh please, don't give up on me 

 
Elizabeth Gallagher - ForeverLvnDan@aol.com 
Tuscaloosa, Alabama 

Authors note:  This poem was written not from firsthand experience, but from those still trapped inside's point of view.  Though most of the world did not experience this, what if that were us in there or our loved ones? Let's keep our prayers going for their rescue. Written September 18, 2001