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
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Copyright © Heather Crismond | Year Posted 2019
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