Halloween Poetry "Family Values"
Do I dare sing of love
in the middle of the night?
When ghosts of family past
stand in my sight?
They judge me
I know they do.
They judge me
as ghosts often do.
Reluctant to reach out
and touch my being,
caress my vital skin
without me seeing.
But I perceive them
in funeral suits and gowns.
Their quiet eyes sunken and solemn.
Paralzed mouths, cemented frowns.
I think of the warmness of life
and the promises of my lover...
these deathly relatives continue to stare
as I slide my head under covers
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