One Night

something's creeping
someone's weeping,
should I see
what's going on?

I hear a gnashing
and some crashing
should I turn
and run away?

the night is coming
I feel like running
or is it too
late to run?

It's getting closer.,
my life is over,
it's not as sad
as it should be.

I'm about to scream
but life is not what it seems,
it's only a trick,
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

poem by Faith Franklin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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