I’ve got 9/11 in my head.
Can’t stop thinking about

The dead.

The 7-year anniversary of
That day-

Is on its way-almost here.
Where can we hide?

So many died, I can’t believe.
Is there no reprieve?

Dark memories fall from the sky.
Why?

Some folks want to forget.
Let them if they can.

I can’t. I won’t. Toxic dust
Cascades down my soul,

Burning a black hole where
The dead shall live forever.

I’ve got 9/11 in my head.
Can’t stop thinking about

The dead.

On the 7-year anniversary,
I’ll mourn my way. I’ll plant

The Tree of Life in the Waste Land
Of my broken soul.

My beauty, once shattered and
Lost in a black hole,

Will slowly rise again like the phoenix.
With faith and memory, I will heal.

I will fix-the scattered fragments of my
Being!

I will sing!

I’ve got 9/11 in my head.
Can’t stop thinking about

The dead.

But I will sing! Yes, I will sing!