Tags
dreams, fake friends, friends, ghosts, haunting, Night Owl Poetry, nightmares, past, poems, poetry, Restless Nights
Friends of Old, Invade my Dreams
Their Vacant looks, their Hollow Screams
Taunting me, to Come and Play
Pushing, Pulling, from every Way
Why do they ever Haunt my Being
What is it that I’m not Seeing
Their faces Pale, their Eyes Agleam
Friends aren’t always what they Seem
©2015 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
Reblogged this on Putting my Feet in the Dirt and commented:
All too real a dream for me.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I actually wrote this about someone in my past, who keeps showing up in my present. Needless to say, I’m not buying it. Thanks for reblogging!!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Your Welcome!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Reblogged this on Thanks for Noticing Me.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you for sharing! 🙂
LikeLike