Tuesday, 14 June 2016

SB: Sombre October

NaPoWriMo Challenge Prompt Week 4:

"In his poem “The Waste Land,” T.S. Eliot famously declared that “April is the cruelest month.” But is it? I’d have thought February. Today I challenge you to write a poem in which you explore what you think is the cruelest month, and why. Perhaps it’s September, because kids have to go back to school. Or January, because the holidays are over and now you’re up to your neck in snow. Or maybe it’s a month most people wouldn’t think of (like April), but which you think of because of something that’s happened in your life."

In the year 2009, October changed for me forever.

It was the year you celebrated your birthday,
In the ICU ward surrounded by urine bags & tubes,
Kept alive only by a machine,
That was doing the breathing for you.

October was the month I practically lived in the waiting room,
Waiting for an opportune moment to sneak in,
Because visiting hours are obsolete,
When the man of your life is fighting for his.

It was the month you were mostly semi-conscious,
So many tubes injected into your swollen veins,
Pumping in saline & drug concoctions,
That made you lucid & almost forget my name.

That October, the one you almost made through,
To the one last Christmas you were praying desperately for,
It's not the driving test that I remember that month,
But racing to the hospital for one last goodbye.

It all happened so fast yet it felt like forever,
I was lucky then to have been surrounded by my friends,
Nothing has been the same since October,
A light snuffed out leaving the world sombre.

- SB
12.49pm, 14th June 2016
Axiata Tower



SB is a conflicted soul of sorts, who is mad enough to go chase after what she really loves as opposed to conform to society and her mother's idea of a successful person. She prays she makes it in life, because she will not be able to tolerate the nagging that would follow if she doesn't. Her inspiration comes from everything around her, as well as made up situations in her head. Good luck distinguishing between the two. 


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