Poem: Halloween

Halloween Didn’t you hear the scream? It’s half past 9 or is it 9.15? I need to wake up from this nightmarish dream.   Plump pumpkin’s are carved, Their flesh scooped from their core. Night has fallen upon us, Yet it’s only half past 4.   A tar-like black shrouds the moon in mystery. IsContinue reading “Poem: Halloween”