Will November Feel the Same?
It is September and I am still tired
still yearning for change that I know won’t come
still searching for some kind of a feeling
through a pile of fallen leaves, this ground
definitely seems to have hardened now
because the grass doesn’t blow in the wind
like it used to, and I don’t feel the same,
either. But it’s okay and I’m okay.
I’m afraid my bones will freeze this winter
and I’ve grown rather tired of searching
through all of these dead leaves on October’s
hardened ground. I think my heart feels the same.
Burdened and buried yet benevolent.
I’ve tried to dust off the decorations
but it collects like tears on my pillow
late at night when the storm pounds within me
like rain on my picture window, it looks
as if the clouds are breaking up, but no,
they haven’t. October looms before me
like those ghosts on the television set,
except I am frightened by this sure scene
before me. Will November feel the same?
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