Last one of September

C'est la mort-The civil wars

Words on pages

The last poem of September

The 30th

What should it say?

9th day of Fall

Nor several to reach winter

Nor years of writing

Each time September end

There are new projects and beginnings

Last poem must celebrate it

Isn't it?

Next morning

Maybe next morning
She'll dance under the leaves falling
Trying to push aside pain
Creating experiences
Writing her reality
Then gloomy days will decrease

Maybe next moring
She'll find a way out
She'll find a way to glow
She'll probably find happiness again

Next morning

A blow

Soft silent blow in the trees
A heart dye among the leaves
A trace
A poem to say goodbye

A blow
You haven't seen coming
A teardrop hidden under make up

A pen that write
A soul that is mindering itself
With the hope to extend

A blow
A blow
Far from all you expected

Maybe tomorrow

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Maybe tomorrow will be different. Maybe something will happen and I will get my mood back.
Maybe tomorrow I will get new ideas. Maybe all will be solved without I will be aware of.
Maybe tomorrow all will be different and I won't feel useless anymore.

Maybe tomorrow I will get a smile on my face and get peaceful time too.
Maybe tomorrow some won't say anymore that I am depressed.
Maybe tomorrow I won't feel beeing a weight for anyone.

Maybe tomorrow will bring joy and happiness.

Creative mind

All full of worlds that you don't know when she is silent.

All full of colors and smells.

All made of experiences and feelings.

Is that worthless?

No it saved her so many times that she won't leave her creative mind.

W.P is what made her free giver free of sorrows.

Oh yeah don't misunderdtand her withdrawal no please don't!

Just ask her why!