When tight comes the grip
Caught unawares
Seldom can one wriggle free
Of this October madness
With each turn for freedom
Ever deeper the web is spun
Pocket holes for air to sustain life
Choked up yet freely breathing you remain
The madness catches you
Twist, turn and make you burn
But alas one wishes to remain
Caught ever more deeper in it
With the birth of new hopes for every hope that got killed
One knows the worth of October
That with faith calm becomes the madness
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