There are moments
When you break-
Like a vase
A shelf forsakes…
Still the shatter
Despite being strong-
All in resistance
Of what is going wrong…
And you beg
For hurt to be seen-
And hope
Of what someday will bring…
And there is a plan
So much bigger than yours-
And that knowledge
Doesn’t change what’s ignored…
Because you are human
Despite any goal-
And in some cases
Life is just a toll…
So the ground shakes
And the winds carry-
All the hopes
Or any goal of being merry..
Instead the dead
Rise from before-
Within the depths
Or covered floors…
And the demons
Have their day-
For NO Halloween
Escapes their prey.
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