I Felt No Shame

Double Ottava Rima. My first attempt, written in iambic pentameter.

On one September morning I awoke.
It was a day that no one would forget.
I looked up at the screen and saw the smoke
Caused by an unlikely weapon, a jet.
It seemed forever passed before I spoke,
An eternity filled with a cold sweat.
My body moved without a consious thought,
For then, it seemed, it was simply too fraught.

The clock dragged on while I phoned home again.
Again, again, I called my family.
Each time I closed my eyes I saw the plane.
It flew right down the path of history.
I called some more. It seemed to be in vane.
At last a voice answered. I filled with glee.
I knew the world would never be the same,
and though my own was safe, I felt no shame.