I Died

I died on a Tuesday last Halloween an October day where old donkeys graze dying was real, not just a quick phase as a spirit ghost I was rarely seen a large brilliant light was just out of sight I had just had my pumpkin pie with cream highly whipped like a fat woman’s best dream demise was naturally caused, not of fright dying is easy, rolled over in sleep thanks to an angry cancerous tumor I did not even bother to ask why my heaven kept me alone in the deep Halloween huh? angel said with humor. That sounds about right, I said in reply. Written 4-28-23 Contest: I Died (Sonnet) Sponsor: Craig Cornish