Ghosts

writemeasmile

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.

  • Author: T.R.K (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 29th, 2016 06:43
  • 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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  • Tony36

    Awesome write

  • Augustus

    Writing sometimes helps with the frustration. Hugs.

    • writemeasmile

      Yes I agree writing is a great outlet for frustration! xx



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