I can’t sleep with the ghosts, in and out,
But really what’s the point in sleeping
With nothing left to dream about?
All grey and groans when the dawn is breaking
Bones and bricks in a bag rattle the bed.
The stars left behind flashing their anger
Which hurts- is It my heart or head?
Dismissing moments, counting minutes.
Something watched will not arrive.
At least I’ve stopped attempts at dying
Reason for more than just being alive.
I heard that they pulled dead bodies
Clean out of graves in the snow
Strange they say that slowly freezing
Is one of the best ways to go.
I heard that all the towers came down
And crushed the city into dust.
I heard of that guy Ziad Fazah
Who has 58 different words for trust.