When September ends

The darkness of the room envelopes me,

erasing my chances of being glee.
With Green Day playing in the background,
I say my thoughts aloud.
I think about the things I’ve done,
Whether or not I’ve been a good son.
The blaring of the TV fills the house,
making my radio seem as quiet as a mouse.
I rest my head on the pillow, 
waiting for the tears to fall.
I then hear a knock on my door,
so towards it, I slowly start to crawl.

“I told you to wake me up when September ends!”
I say to my intruder.
I rest my head onto the wall,
the coldness on my skin made me shudder.

The banging went louder,
the door handle shook.
Just when I was ready for my doom,
I heard my mother say:
“It’s already October! Clean your room!”

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Happy October everyone! 😀
Can I do humor or what? If you didn’t get it, then I failed 😛

29 thoughts on “When September ends”

  15. I read the sign about September and loved that I wanted that month to end. Then I read your poem it is excellent. I really enjoyed it 🙂

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