Dusk is when all the otherwise
Forgotten bogeymen
And banshees come out.
Fear, resentment,
Unresolved fights with the deceased.
‘Remember that unbearable
Heartache from 1970?’
Ancient shadows,
Which no longer need their substance,
Wreak unbridled vengeance.
The raging dog
Of an ill formed conscience
Gets to have a longer leash
And freer rein At dusk When light slowly flees.
Good poem that gets into the spirit of spooky Halloween! 🙂
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Thanks I was hoping it would work out. Dusk is always a good image for Halloween and depression
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Most of my poems for the prompt haven’t been all that Halloweeny~
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