PERSONAL DEMON'S
All my personal demon's,I lock them in a dream.
Only let them out once a year,
When they start to moan and scream.
On the day of day's, We call Halloween.
Creative creatures beware, For
you may get caught within a rhyme.
For I know what the poet's know,
Picking up the pen on Halloween.
You may become trapped forever,
In the poem, Till the end of time.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley

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Written on 2022-10-15 at 01:00




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