All Saints Day

After the dawn has come, and the moon no longer crest..the shadows on the walls still don’t seem to rest. Could be a day to forgive angels and saints..but the blood I’ve drawn is purely symbols for the pain.. and though it seems these ghosts should  rest..they wait in the corner for me like a silence breaking breath.. take a single breath, followed by a three..double back to gasp for more, while choking down a fourth, and a fifth.. a day I won’t be fighting for..a day that won’t be missed..
Bring the morning sun, as to show I’m not too far.. far away from darker days that left us where we are.. hoping darker days I live consume me like a star..a star that counts the days for me till this void becomes my heart.. another night will cast a shame, clear across the fields.. and where we thought there could be life..we find that nothing yields.. no, we won’t see peace..and no we won’t be fed.. the time has come to bring release to reaping lives we’ve led.. the seeds we’ve sown to build us up have sunk in deep instead..
A day of days beyond the wicked ways of forged, forgotten rage..a day of days I’ve read before, while burning down this page