The bitter sound of effect

Shadows in the water reflect

Autumn leaves fall along the core

Cold stifling air leaves me sore

Icy rain of my perennial pain, Forever, will my problems Remain.

Still I am here, whole and alive

Loneliness gives me what I strive

Silence sadly surrounds me

Returning all of my memories

Lying on this world in reverse

It's my own personalized curse

Still September rains,

Cold perennial pain,

And I Remain. Wind creates a shallow sound

I'm at the heart of a place unfound

Listening to my own thought

One overlapping the other into a knot

I feel your hand on my shoulder

But instead I just feel myself grow colder

The hazing burden of a sky

Above my head so high

The massive dark fog of a cloud

Reminds me of being lost in the crowd

My sorrow lies sunken in my mind

It's slowly after me from behind

Still September rains,

Cold perennial pain,

And I Remain.

The falling water washes me away

I'm bleeding just to make sure I'm OK

The cold numbs me until I'm gone

Lost in a world where I don't belong

This ground is sinking

Throughout all my thinking

Sooner or later I will fall down

But just know that I'll still be around.

Still September rains,

All my cold and perennial pain.

Even if I jump past insane,

You'll know,

That I still Remain.

We're looking for poetry or song lyrics written by teens to be published in The Place. If you are between 13 and 19, you are invited to submit your poem for consideration to The Page staff via email at thepage@thesunchronicle.com; by regular mail Kathy Powell, The Page, PO Box 600, Attleboro, MA 02703; or you can drop it off at our offices at 34 South Main St. in downtown Attleboro.