frightening is the sun

Tears are changing color

red, yellow, and orange

they fall,

dried up-

they’re tossed in the wind

tumbling down along the sidewalks,

near the curbs.

Sudden sadness

freezes on the grass,

it’s the first frost of October.

Pumpkins grin

Carved and emptied, aglow

Others frown-

Mean fire through their teeth.

the branches of the trees

Beckon

Outstretched

Stoic and bare.

Harvest moon shines

brightly, with gloomy eyes

Watching helplessly

Those

dancing atop

the tears that drop.

Days that are perfect shining

Dim faultless

Riptides of panic

Deconstructing

thoughts Into static

Like the warmth of blood that drips

Down the thorny briars

Pricking my mind ’till it’s numb.

Swallowed in the days passing shadows

Adrift meandering

Beneath the crooked constructs

of asymmetry,

Illusory trickery.

I disintegrate

Into frail collective pieces,

Hoping to reassemble

The memories

That time would rend asunder-

Counting the numbers

Back to one.

Frightening is the sun that sets

Upon the hopes that never had the chance to rise

Before the fears that strangled

Every

promised love

in time-

Smothering

every

silent cry.

Child of the spring

Wishing at some opaque well

Of dreams,

Decayed and withering

streams of smoke

lofting from a dozen, once,

Ignited candle sticks.

Wax slowly drips

From the blackened wick

and freezes,

Just like ice cold sweats

That damp your bed in sleep,

Beneath the moon that mourns

All night,

and weeps,

It’s just another Halloween.