Blacktear!

September

Spring falls with births of gallons
The fires of summer sniffling the laughter of children in parks
In this month I was born
When the greenery breaths and the sun smiles
Flowers bloom in accordance to the smile I never saw on my father’s face
In this month I dream
Nightmares haunt the purity I bore
But my face has learnt to smile
My heart has also learned to hold for the quiet singleness I am
September, the ninth month of the 12 cycle
In this month, tears were born
The shadow that prevails in crunching my soul
Birds sing, waters run, laughter is heard
Yet quietly my tears flow...
In this month, hurts are brought to life
The stones I treasure melt from my embrace to burn the tips of my fingers
In this month, I was born
Delight was manifested by gifts in babie dolls
But my frame has built and my head knows
In this month, I was taken through walls of shame
In this month, I gave my first breath
Darkness of night, couldn’t you have opened your wide endless arms to suffocate my heart?
In this month, light turns from me
September; I hate September


By: blcktear!
2007