I invented Instant Poems...this means I started typing before I thought about the poem. So it might suck because I did not think on it long, nor is it edited or re-written blah blah...here it is

October 31st and what am I to do,

I do not have a costume on to be like you.

I am lying here, pondering my life,

Thinking of times of good, and times of strife.

As I look back I think of many things,

And all of the emotions that each memorance brings.

I will not go out and knock on neightbor's door.

As has been customary from the time of yore.

I also have no candy that I can give away,

To the costumed children, as dusk takes over the day.

I tried to stand and get my keys,

But it seems that darkness is all that either of my eyes sees.

They are not closed, of this I am sure,

but perhaps I need to try and remember a little more.

Autumn is here the leaves are surely changing,

Throughout colors and hues that are very wide-ranging.

As the seasons pass I try to recollect,

Just what I have become as I feel no respect.

But then the thoughts return to my empty head,

I can not trick or treat, because I am dead!