It feels like Halloween again... Jack O'Lantern greet Me again... a black cat crosses My path, again... what does it mean to Me, can you tell Me My friend...?
This is just a short little poem about what someones inner demons might say. the demons are sadness and anger one and two but three is hope.plaese tell me what you think I could use the feed back.
Eh . . . so many people have already written about this kind of thing, I don't feel very original. But, whatever. I still want to know how good/bad it is. (The rhyme scheme isn't very consistent)