October 12, 2017

I am the pumpkin you saw out in the fields
Hollow inside and carved into a smile,
the chaos in my closing walls concealed

I am the pumpkin you grew in your yard
Once brimming with seeds of new life,
now only its dim ghost stood guard

I am the pumpkin remains in the trash
Now forgotten and no longer useful,
all the pieces cracked and turned to ash