Sighing

A rare entry from one of the blogberg children (second oldest)

He sighs...
the monotony of life
same old traffic
same old office building
same old view
the only difference
the leaves changing color
fall, September 11
He sighs...
same old parking spot
same old doorman
same old elevator ride
up to the 90th floor
same old view
No!
great dark clouds of billowing smoke
pillars of flame
building collapsing
furniture overturned
bloodcurdling screams
chaos confusion crying
He sighs...
a low moan from deep inside
of intense pain
and paralyzing fear
crawling to the stairs
his shirt ripped off
wrapped around his mouth
acrid smoke stings his eyes
Finally...
the stairs
packs of people
rushing
screaming
as floors above cave in
finally...
finally...
he bursts through the smoke
the fire
the rubble
a rescue worker sees him
He sighs....
blood trickles from a cut above his eye
face scratched
torn clothing
covered in soot
limping
staggering
collapsing
loaded onto a stretcher
siren wailing
lights flashing
rushed to the hospital
He sighs...
pain courses through his body
his room is full of flowers
cards
visitors
but he is empty
his entire life reduced to rubble
everything important to him
burned from 100 floors up
down to ground zero
He sighs...
wishing
dreaming
for the monotony of life
same old traffic
same old office building
same old view
same old life
He sighs....