October once
smelled of cinnamon and pine
tasted of syrup and candy corn
and looked like the forest
on a drizzly evening
with sunlight
kissing the edges of
the brown
but now it reminds me
of dry heaving
on a painfully white
toilet bowl
tears streaming down a face
unloved and unwanted
—what happened to my favorite month of the year?
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The Pursuit Of • A Poetry Collection
Poetryall my life all my trials pains and heartaches and my goals joys and accomplishments came through a pursuit whether my outcome good or bad the journey is what morphed me into me ••••• started :: October 22 , 2019 completed :: 2020
