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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

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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..

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.

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.

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:)