Coldest September

In the coldest day of September,

My mother came in the room.

Small bag with wheel came.

A sentence from my mother,

Cold words such as we’re leaving.

All of these years,

We finally leaving that place…

The coldest house on the block

That has no love.

A shadow that show no kindness,

That’s blows coldest air into the room.

Darkest shadow who are greedy

For money and possession.

A skinny skeleton who has nothing,

Yelling at poor souls who has a lot.

But yet, the one who is hurting are

The souls not the skeleton.

The souls bleed day after day.

Yet, no one came…

No one knew what’s in,

That haunted house that filled with wicked.

There is no shining light,

That would save us.

No hope, no escapes…

Why those poor souls had to go

Through that?

What did they do in life to live

With a skeleton who take from them.

They eventually become skinny,

Cause of the skeleton’s demands.

Because of the darkest day of September,

This day will saves the souls.

The bag will save us that may

take us away from the wicked place.

Will we ever be happy?

Will we ever be in a peaceful place?

That darkest man took a lot

From us.

Will we ever be cured?