Never again the girl she was yesterday.
Eyes can’t delete what she’s seen
The towers can’t go back up.
Fire, falling, deadly smoke,
Screaming, “Help Me!”, bellowed to noone
To everyone.
She sees a thousand deaths
Dignified grace till the end.
Twenty years later
She’s taking valium to sleep
And cocaine to stay awake.
Still smells the smoke
Still hears the cries.
Six, twenty six, sixty
The nightmares never end.