October
October is a tragedy
Written by the ghosts of summertime,
Discharging promises and platitudes
Like an old man seated on a rocking chair;
Reciting them time and again,
Building false hope
Like a child
Building a house with playing cards.
Ferocious wind, a gentle thump,
They crumble;
Returning to a predetermined purpose,
Bound by a preexisting oath.
Copyright © 1994-2018 by Benjamin Toney. All rights reserved.
Published 2016 in "Up In Smoke" via wattpad.com
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