The day has come at last
Where I prepare for the dark,
The black clothes are there,
The teeth are growing
And the light in my eyes glows
As I reach out from my coffin.
When darkness falls
Into the streets I walk,
Keeping in the darkened shadows,
Seeing you all having a good time
Smiling laughing and dancing.
But I am there!
You are unprepared for me,
You pass by me and I touch you
You do not feel it and walk on.
Then the power comes to me
I walk amongst you all,
You think nothing of me,
Just believe I have dressed up
To enjoy a good time.
But I will live on
As every time I touch you
You may die.
That Vampire within me
Has been renamed,
I am now called
Covid Nineteen.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Do we need to go around peoples houses Trick or Treating in these dangerous times?
- Category: Sad
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Good write Gold. It's a sort of plague, to be sure.
Meanwhile I could feel like I'm in me coffin today - it's the Anniversary from Hell, when I married KP. I knew I should never have said 'yes' to here. She did not water my whiskies. That's what made me say 'yes' to her.
So will you be attending court with her from her stay in the sunshine?
Andy
I'm gonna leave her to it. I dunno what she's up to 99% of the time - getting Botox, or getting publicity somehow. I suggested she did some advertising for old trouts. I was only trying to help! lol.
Andy that is well penned.
Thank you Amon, much appreciated.
Andy
I hate to dampen your enthusiasm but i think it's going to rain on your parade. Mr Jobsworth weatherman predicts wind and rain for this evening....
So put away your sweetie treats and wax the oilskins if ya dare venture out.
Well it was quite a good night but around here they must have known that I was about as there were very few people around. I didn't even catch the Trick or treaters as none came to my door.
Andy
ANGELA HERE - God Sabbath Uncle Andy - Nicae to be back in the LAND of MPS. Love Thelonius Monk - to me (as a pianist) its a genre of Progressve / Improvised Jazz but it needs a QUARTET to showcase the PIANO MAGIC !
IN NORMAL TIMES at our Evangelical Church we have a PRAISE PARTY on 31st October instead of HALLOWEEN ! We get about 50 (9 ~ 16) every Year so they must enjoy it ! I feel the *SIMPLE UK HALLOWEEN* of the last Century has been hijacked by an OTT USA Version ! Loved the POEM it reminded us of the VOODOO situation American Missionary Friends of Ours found in Haitii ! Thanks for sharing - Please check todays POEM & FUSION - Thanks A & B !
Blessings & Peace to You & Yours
Love A & B & Smokey 💛💛💛💛💛
Thank you for your comments Angela.
Andy
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