This day bears a scar.
An inimitable scar.
It manifests the pattern of the scar mutilating our hearts.
This sullied day signifies nothing else.
It does not bring sympathy, relief, or an antidote.
It only brings forth a humble reminder.
It does not intend to lure an inapprehensive life.
Only the beholders of the scar distinguish this day.
This day brings no cleansing rains or empathizing shadows upon the earth.
It only encumbers us with intrusive light,
Revealing what we do not wish to see.
This relentless day gives us a taste of eternity.
It is able to stand still, unwavering before our eyes.
It erases our seemingly infallible picture of time,
And causes our credulous minds to believe we will forever dwell in November.
This day is greater than us.
It is more omniscient than any day we have seen pass.
For it gave us the deepest scar that has ever blemished our hearts.
This day will loosen its insisting grasp once it sees its desired efficacious gloom in our eyes.
But this day will never cease to return.
kendall elbert, aug 10, 2009
