Restless Nights

All too real a dream for me.

Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos

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

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