October Poem by Gergana Teofilova

I’m walking down the street tonight,
So much darkness in a world of fear,
Kicking signs of beauty with delight,
They scream out loud for me to hear.

The sky above is clear as new,
As if it’s cried all tears of pain,
I see no clouds to make it through,
Although I wish that it would rain.

There’s no sunlight inside my heart,
To give me hope in a world of stone,
Because ever since we fell apart,
The flame that flickered, has been off, and gone.

October’s come and here we are,
Just you and I, in this gloomy place,
Cause catching up is not so hard,
If I feel myself in that sweet embrace.

I keep walking while the wind,
Is gently brushing out my hair,
So many thoughts still trying to grind,
So deep inside, but I don’t care.

I still remember that before,
You used to smile at me so much,
That pretty smile that I adore,
Seemed so unreal, like angel’s touch.

The stars which came out from your eyes,
Lit up my days and nights with love and dreams,
I felt like melting in your arms,
To drown forever in those gleams.

I’m looking up and yet I cry,
The sky fulfilled my wish again,
Crystal raindrops, so cold and bright,
They won’t stop hurting, won’t explain.

The moon is making fun of me,
“You’re so alone, I swear, I do!
You should have known, my dear kid,
That fairytales were always doomed.”

And so I’m roaming down the lane,
The rain has stopped, it’s started snowing,
So many snowflakes fly in vain,
They glisten softly, the blizzard’s growing.

October made me weak as hell,
It took away my ray of light,
Forever broken in my shell,
I fear that it wasn’t right.

My hands are frozen and I feel them numb,
That’s not important, not at all,
Simply nothing can be done,
Even if I now kneel down and crawl.

I’ll be waiting for the sun to rise,
To just remind me one more time,
Of that October is so full of sighs,
That it’s even able to commit a crime.

Warnings are not needed here,
October’s cruel, acrimonious, ferocious,
It hides itself behind the tears,
It kills inside, so damn atrocious.

So every year, when I see,
October knocking at my door,
I know the wounds which bleed within,
Will open up and ache once more.

I hate October cause it stole,
The reason I was smiling for,
While capturing him with its greedy claws,
Where nothing mattered but the sore.

It’s dark in my soul, and lightnings are flashing,
A wolf is crying somewhere beyond,
The night is so fine, and thunders are dashing,
I wonder if ever October is gone…