September

A bit of nonsense...

September

Runs it’s cool

Fingers

Across

My heart

 

Can you see (?)

Me

Wince?

 

These

Bullet holes

Are widening

Becoming

Infected

 

Pour disinfectant

Into my wounds

Pray

I don’t die

From the suffocating

Smell

Of chemicals

 

September was the

End

Of the

Beginning

 

September was the

End

Of the

End

 

Reviews

[GetTheHellOut]

I really like it. A great piece of work. Many great poems came out of "nonsense"...