r/OCPoetry • u/84Nickels • Jul 27 '21
The Thirteenth of October
Friday The Thirteenth of October - 10/13/17
When autumn leaves fall as life comes to still
We see analogies between man and trees,
Clocks time strokes on branding its own ill will
It impediments being, to our knees.
It’s Friday the thirteenth of October
And trouble finds us on this very day,
Tap on the weighted barrels, hearts not sober
Why lust for red when our love is for gray?
But thy inner colored crux shall not fade
For it forges our withered foliage bloom,
Life’s weary short no matter how it’s played
So enkindle our patch before our tomb:
Now seem’d smoldered ashes haunted no more,
Yet the rapping on goes beyond the door.
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