Red Devil’s pumpkin spice,
Silver smiles, a portrait so nice.
Reminiscing back to that night,
Little siblings to young to fright.
No longer wearing a mask,
How’s your day? He’ll never ask.
No longer pictures speak perfect,
No matter how hard you try to work it.
Silver strands showing way to early,
I’m barely even turning thirty.
The devil is a costume no longer,
We’re older now... and he’s much stronger.
You pretty much hit the nail on the head
Thanks so much! I really appreciate your feedback. I was actually looking at a picture of me and two of my siblings from Halloween from when we were really young. We all look really happy and cute. So, I’m pleased that the imagery came across! It got me thinking that life happens and things don’t always turn out like you expect 🤷🏽♀️. So, I just wanted to comment on that really 🙂
I really like this poem, it brings to my mind a partner that doesn’t show the same love they used to, or siblings that have fallen out and the stress has taken a toll on the narrator. What were your thoughts behind it?
Should be like this
Red Devil’s and pumpkin spice,
Silver smiles, a portrait so nice.
Reminiscing back to that night,
Little siblings to young to fright.
No longer wearing a mask,
How’s your day? He’ll never ask
No longer pictures speak perfect,
No matter how hard you try to work it.
Silver strands showing way to early,
I’m barely even turning thirty.
The devil is a costume no longer,
We’re older now... and he’s much stronger.
