Sleepless In September Poem by Dakota Ellerton

In the tiredless efforts of dusk and dawn, of the stars colliding to show beauty and grace and innocence, with mountains piercing the skies, to pour saphire blue into the oceans and lakes and streams, and clouds dancing through the air, I see the souls from life to death vanish into dormant sleep.

The crimson seperates of absolute - exposed nakedly to love and hate and judgmental eyes, from birth to life to death, overwhelming footprints of time, plucked from a tree in a garden too fictional.

In loneliness and destruction and crime, through sex, through death, above hate and love and monogamy to cross borders of illness and simple mentality. I'd wrap you in my arms, craddle you like a newborn, new to the world, cruelty and lies dont exhist in your mind, under circumstances so primative, taken to a point where you need me, and I need you - your head to my breast as my heart pulls you to slumber.

In sacrafice and sanctuary, ripped from the womb to take a deep first breath filled with fear and guilt, taught to lie within seconds of pushing through your mothers --, by a married man who knows no faithfulness towards anything but his medical practice, catching you to show you off to an aunt whose never paid taxes, to an uncle whose spread children over the province, to a mother abuses drugs and alcohol and -, to a father whose too scared to love and be gentle, who drinks and curses to a vulgar tune.

In a place so bold and loud and crude, an innocence so lost, too small, too helpless, you'd never stand a chance.