October Scars,
On the floor beneath the trees,
Burning under canopy of disasters rain,
Burning for October skies,
That dim the night lights,
Hand upon my legs a pulsating movement,
Disarray and here I sit sick and pretty,
The smile laughing the heart not so-giddy,
And wonder-lust would have better sought,
The force fed lies,
Heart ache in October nights,
When Fireflies sleep caved in their thoughts,
When fire dies from heart wrenched memories,
Playing games to heart ached melodies,
Force fed in October dreams,
Wounds upon my pillow frame,
Body shakes in dim sought pain,
As October memories burn the sky,
Burning the sky as flesh burned within that night.
As readings from that former day passed by the tips,
Of fingers molested the stars,
And pierced the sun,
Fireflies gathered in the morning,
Hiding the shame of October scars,
Dreaming of that night sky,
longing for the reprise,
October scares burning like the heart-ached stars,
Pulsating with the light of what use to be.
Dear October burning,
Dear October yearning for the purity,
Burning with lack of flame,
On the floor beneath the canopy,
Burning under October. |
Submission Name: Dear October
