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Why I Hate October

The month of October, the year was 2016, the month that almost ended me
My mind had shattered, the sparkling pieces so pretty in the autumn light
October, the year is 2019, this month just might finish what was started
So close, why didn't I jump, maybe this last hurtle is just way to high

My mind had shattered, the sparkling pieces so pretty in the autumn light
I have no fight left in me, heart is broken, no mind no heart, who am I
So close, why didn't I jump, maybe this last hurtle is just way to high                                  I know I will be held accountable, even though the sins are not mine 

I have no fight left in me, heart is broken, no mind no heart, who am I
October, the year is 2019, this month just might finish what was started
I know I will be held accountable, even though the sins are not mine 
The month of October, the year was 2016, the month that almost ended me

10/06/2019
Poet's October Pantoum Cash Prize Poetry Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula

Copyright © Heather Crismond | Year Posted 2019

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Silent One Date: 10/6/2019 7:26:00 AM I love the pantoum form, have not written one in a while, but have so many.. you did it every well here.. Login to Reply Heather Crismond Date: 10/6/2019 7:47:00 AM Thank you very much. I toiled over this for hours but the end result was so incredibly satisfying that I don't even care if I place in the contest ;)

Line Gauthier Date: 10/6/2019 7:25:00 AM A very powerful poem, Heather. The use of the pantoum is ideal with this poignant theme. I love the world HURTLE which adds so much to your poem with the obvious imagery of a very hurtful hurdle. Well penned. Login to Reply

Regina Mcintosh Date: 10/6/2019 4:30:00 AM This is definitely a unique take on the contest and a intriguing poem to say the least. I hope you're ok. God bless you and best for the contest. Login to Reply Heather Crismond Date: 10/6/2019 4:56:00 AM Thank you for your concern. I truly hope that I will be. Poetry is my therapy. I love that I can turn pain into flowing alluring phrases. Thank you also for your well wishes:)