30 Years Of Sorrow Revisited
Poetry Writing and Ruminations
All Hallows Eve
Inside a favorite nightmare
remains this childhood quest...
a piece of candy corn
sweet with the knowledge of escape
Dressing up in our scariest masks
we trick or treat in earnest
Asking each demon who answers our knock
for this precious morsel of relief
We check our bags,
all confections falling at our feet
But empty of this silly notion we remain
If we were to feast on this shy treat
would we be sheltered from fear?
Would the dead then come to our
house for Sunday dinner?
Sunday, January 18, 2009
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