That Time Again
Knowing it would be that time again,
Thinking of all the pain and sorrow,
Hoping it will not come until tomorrow.
All of me can no longer hold,
Of what tonight might behold.
Every time this day comes,
Knowing that I might be next
Hoping, hoping he would not strike again.
Now these last few years on Halloween night,
He took one, not two friends, and
Now I am last.
Right now on this Halloween night,
I hear a tapping on the roof,
Knowing it might be him, thinking it was,
I didn’t move not one inch.
By Jackie
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