OCTOBER'S END
The rain was a prison
and we were escaping...
Least that's what we thought
before that sick scraping...
The rain had returned
to haunt us;
to break us...
But it couldn't have us
and it couldn't shake us...
Because now we were free
in spite of the water
that sought to destroy us
with moisture and slaughter...
For even though smeared
by the tears of the fallen...
We loved like rebels:
the beauty of Autumn.
Written By Jason Wright
OCTOBER 22, 2006