I hide deep inside
The blankets as I sleep
I don't make a sound
I don't spout a peep
I hold tightly to my bladder
So I wouldn't have to wake
In the middle of the night
My sanity they take
I sleep with a knife
Under my pillow
And a bat under my bed
Holding on tightly
To the thoughts in my head
Halloween is frightening
For the young and the old
If you live the fantasy
The love of Halloween
Foretold
The young and old
Wear their costumes
To try to catch a fright
Going out for candy
A Halloween delight
We come home late at night
The freaks, fools, and goblins
Our lives can unfold
And if you live for haunting
Halloween will never get old
A poem by: Garry Ventura
About the Creator
Garry Ventura
I have been a poet/writer for 10 years. I write about anything that I find interesting, but mostly how I am feeling. I live with Bipolar 1 disorder and social/generalized anxiety. I someday hope to be a published poet/writer.
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