I hate September

 

I hate September

Another body in the ground

Phone call saying

                ‘Season of Death’

That’s a soul you stole

That’s a family you broke

That’s a heart you shattered

I hate September

A line of endless faces

Grabbing touch sensitive hands

                “I’m sorry for your loss”

These are tears you caused

These are throats you dried

These are bloody palms you made

I hate September

Its constant appointments

With a shadowed face

                “I’m stealing these precious names”

                Another granite tombstone

                Another familiar carved title

                Another resisted whispered goodbye

I hate the sorrow of September

 

Author's Note

Cp. 9:11PM Mon 10-15-07 TATU Writing, Continued Forced Idea, Ok Tired (Written Lenore)