Pumpkin's Complaint

Surrounded by my brothers 
And yet I am alone.
We grew together, weather storms 
And cuddled amongst parched leaves.
We are strewn across the fields
And forgotten till our day of glory.
 
A sense of knowing 
But no word crawls out our lips,
Of the impending doom,
Our beautiful ending
It is a painful thorn.
And after our disastrous use
We are baked into a mockery of shame.
 
Coming from a single seed,
We are born together,
yet die apart in unison.
Surrounded by my brothers
At least until our end.
 

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