September
Khin Yadanar Win 1989 (Yangon)
I was in shorts with no make up just planned to go out on Sunday night
Then the text came in and said everything was stuck at the traffic light
I heard the old lady praying in her room just by saying everything would be fine soon
I closed my eyes and told myself maybe she’s right
Then I opened my eyes and saw the lightening strike
Before I even closed my window
The wind just blew up my face and brought back my sorrow
I dreamed about sun everyday just by simply ignoring the rain
My old man said don’t you try to run away from your own pain
I said only the sun could make everyone smile
He just replied rain could make no one hear your cry
Heard the birds were singing, the leaves were falling, that old lady was dancing
There I was, running through the door by wearing the biggest smile on my face only to find the rain was still falling
When faith and hopes are equally gone
I put the blame on my destiny for dragging me into the state of hope to be reborn
Part of me already dead
Once the rain drops danced around my neck
Am I deaf or color blind?
Cos I don’t hear a thing nor see the sky
Dreams were once meant to be chased
Here I am, trying to catch the train’s pace
Soon after I realized I was running after the wrong train
My tears were streaming down my face just to remind I was completely insane
September is over, there I am standing
Still trying to reach the closure
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About this poem
I wrote this poem after encountering emotional drains for living in a hopeless state for more than 8 months. I never knew I could write what I felt inside in poetic way. This poem is about complex state of mind when one wants to be free but cannot break through it all. During double crisis in Myanmar, living with lost dreams made me suffocate and I just lost myself in so many ways. Whenever I hoped for the best, I always found myself in the cage again. I tried to forget about reality because reality hurt me a lot. Seeing people went bankrupt, lost their lives, lost the homes, lost their loved ones, I could not find more destructive moment than this in my life. Though I tried to lie everything was not as bad as I thought, my lies never worked cos it was still raining in September! more »
Written on September 30, 2021
Submitted by khinyadanarwin on September 30, 2021
Modified by khinyadanarwin on October 01, 2021
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | AA XAXBB CCXD EE XXXXXD XXCC EX |
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Closest metre | Iambic heptameter |
Characters | 1,394 |
Words | 276 |
Stanzas | 7 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 5, 4, 2, 6, 4, 2 |
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