anna

where were you when the towers fell
when my landscape changed
and i was scared
without these mountains, the sky is bare
and i thought i would feel free
but instead
i feel the sun is burning into me
my structures are in disaray
and i stand
the unlikely victor
on the disaster at hand
these walls, they were too high
and i felt small
but now
i have nothing to lean on at all
i am weary with guilt
and i am rittled with shame
i wont ask, but i will plead with my eyes
for instruction
or guidance
or someone to blame
but myself
i find no hope in kind words
we dont communicate this way
well i would build these towers again
if i knew how
but i cant make mortar
out of drugs for my head
so instead
i cover my mess
with a thin layer of ash
and pray that your words wont blow them away
and so
ive freed my sun
but only to burn down on me
and ive torn down walls
but only to live in their filthy remains
i will accept responsibility
and i got what is mine
that is one thing youve taught me well
but when your daughter weeps
on a bed of ash
how could you leave her
in this hell







hmmmmm.....yeah it just felt right at the time