29/10/25

And just when I thought

That crimson October

Would no longer make its appearance in my life,

Everything turned upside down.

Oh crimson October, what are you?

A month full of misfortune,

A month full of sorrow,

A month full of cries,

A month full of pain…

But why are you like this?

Are you the end of a painful chapter,

Or the beginning of a difficult path?

As the sky darkens

And the wind pierces through my ribs,

You, crimson October, bring me a beginning of pain.

A harsh wind blows upon me,

A cold, unyielding wind,

Bloodied by the troubles it carries.

Could you not be a gentle breeze instead?

A wave of death’s approaching pain?

Must you, crimson October, always be cruel?

Must you prepare the death that catches up with us?