seeptember 2

this day shall come to be,

and on it will pass like the rest,

for time is just but a tick on the clock,

there shall be no candles to blow,

nor will there be cakes to cut,

or wishes to make on closed eyes,

for a cursed day they said it is,

but the sun will rise and set,

just like it did the day before,

and  moon shall rule when nite falls,

and on that branch i will sit,

on that old tree that gaze to the cemetery,

counting the stars and the spaces they leave,

and the number will still be like before,

and the loneliness shall ride on,

a night of no armor it is ,

and sorrow will stare at me,

but there will be no tears to shed,

for many i have done before,

but of broken hearts i shall sing,

in heavy a sad tone it will be,

onto the cold that blows with no pity,

to the step i take closer to that grave....