September

It was the time in September's date,
That I decided to go upstate.
                                  It wasn't fate
That I visited the golden gate;
But twas a result from a frozen wake.

How ruthless the darkness set
That it would not let me forget
Reasons for my waking sweat.

Broken apart, the ties were severed,
It was the end of this endeavor.
                    Left weak as a feather
Bound and feeling under the weather;
Intruding past, with nothing to tether.

Hope did come to make its way
In showing forth a better day
Halting thoughts from going stray.

Death's bony fingers pulled me to hell,
But friends helped me get well,
                   No longer will I dwell
And what caused it all to fail;
I escaped my mind. My prison. My jail.

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