September Nights Poem by Dakota Ellerton

I waited and watched life go steadily by to the beat of a clock - the constant tic tic tic lengthening out each passing moment, the air seems heavy with guilt and fear, each breath like breathing a thick cloud of pollution.

The anxiety of the wait, dreding the phone call only to hear, ‘he’s died’ on the other end. Words so cruel pierce the heart like sewing needles through an apple - he was only young.

He’d carried himself almost too well to notice the tears drying on his cheeks, marijuana coursed through his lungs - inhale, exhale. I watched as his hands shook, his eyes so flooded with remorse and regret. A brother, his brother - flesh and blood done to each bone in their bodies, something irreplacable, unforgetable.

The cruelty the world dealt in the hand of Nicholas, was unjust. Such suffering and burden to lay on a soul almost too tired to carry itself to exhist, to drift through days as invisible as possible, only to become almost too aware at night.

It’d been too long, since he’d seen his face, since he’d heared his voice, each thought or memory sinking deeper into his spine, sending shivers through his body - if I feared for anyone, It’d be Nicholas.

So lost in depression and guilt, it’s almost as if he weren’t human at times - the way he see’s himself, and life around him - the hurt he carries in his hands, and the burdens and resposibilities of everyone else, so lonesome, so withered. For him, I would pray to a God I don’t believe in, for him - I have.