October

Head above sea of crimson sheets
anchored to my camomile cup,
staving off October’s tenebrosity,
watching rays roguishly rain on my window pane
pained that my spirit remains stained,
stagnant as trapped pools in dead leaves
as vices of last October
linger like moss on washed up rocks…

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