Remember, remember, the day of November.
When your parents had to get out of the car to surrender.
When they held their hands up and you couldn't defend her.
When you had to give in not act as a defender.
Oh, remember, remember, the nights of November.
How they felt like a year, how it felt like next year's September.
When your father was classed as an offender.
When your mother was wrongly convicted, bless her.
Don't remember, remember, the nights of November.
When you violently threw fruits into your blender,
just to let your frustration out in December,
how it had been Christmas, without your father, Mr Lender.
Try to remember, remember, that afternoon of November.
What he was thinking as he furiously drove the car into a vender.
You had all crashed, the accident playing through your mind on a cycle forever.
Never ever remember, the events of November.
The body dismember,
how it laid on the concrete road, limp and slender.
How you missed your mother being tender.
Do you really want to remember, remember,
what happened during the dreaded days of November?
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Poetry By Eclipse (Poetry Book One)
PoetryThis book is a compilation of a random selection of poetry that are all written, made-up and conjured by me. Some, I just wrote for fun and enjoyment, and others are based off of personal experiences with my actual life. Most of them however begin w...
