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The Beginning of September

September 11, 2020


My world is frozen 
In an eternal winter
My angels dozing 
My friendships splintered 

When those I thought 
Could be trusted with life 
Now conversing fraught 
Their fickle words start strife 

These people of land 
These demons of night 
Our uttered words planned
I banish torn fright 

Now forlorn do I whimper 
In betrayal of trust 
Their smiles only were simpers 
Now our bond covered in rust 

Her words I remember 
But how she would try 
To say my beginning to September 
Would be naught but a lie 

Her twisted tongue
Her words meant to play 
For church-bells rung 
At the end of the day . . . 

Her word I still remember 
Though doubtful she be
As the beginning of September 
'Twas beginning the end of me

When she said what she thought 
Like it wouldn't lose a life 
Her words cut though air fraught 
A rusted, sharpened, knife 

So in tartan skirts I morn 
For what I thought was a friend 
Who now makes me forlorn 
And she would have my end 


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