Halloween

I wrote this when I was like ten or something. I think it was the first poem I ever wrote. Halloween was my favorite holiday.

       
            Halloween has not come yet
            Halloween won’t come I bet
            not until the demons come
            to swallow all the children
            not until the witches brew
            singes whiskers off cats faces
            not until the parents let
            their children out at night
            not until the unknown forces
            scare them into fright
            not until the children see
            that it is quite all right
            to stare into the dark
            to stare out from the dark

            Halloween will never come
            unless we just kick back
            and see what we’re afraid of
            is only of our past
            but I see the goblins running
            chasing after that
            and I see the goblins sitting
            noticing they’re fat
            with pain comes pleasure
            or maybe vice-versa
            but either way
               the monsters
            are here to stay
            and I’ve seen my hallows-eve before
            I know I’ll see it just once more