It's almost Halloween, how appropriate
That I should be haunted now,
By things I do not know,
And things I cannot see.
A tinted window;
I can see everything,
But you don't even know I'm here,
But I am! And all for you!
It's almost Halloween, how ironic,
There will ne no talk of ghosts.
Just subtle haunting,
And pumpkin carving.
These links are self-made,
Deep in my subconscious,
There must then be something there,
Behind a tinted window.
It's almost Halloween, how poetic-
This spider's web of lies.
Forty pounds and a pointless facade,
Tangled up inside.
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Author:
T.R.K (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is a poem about my two best friends. One of them is deeply in love with the other, and she would not tell me, so I found out through that other, and a whole cycle of lies and "who knows what?" built up and it has never been broken down. It is almost Halloween and I have no plans other than writing and trying to untangle this surprisingly strong cobweb.
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Comments2
Awesome write
thanks!!
Welcome
Writing sometimes helps with the frustration. Hugs.
Yes I agree writing is a great outlet for frustration! xx
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