These words in darkness writelike wisps of smokein pale moonlight,speaking of emotions baredand tossed aboutlike no one cared.Who doth approachin these dreams I have ?With harsh reproach,and no creative redemptionyour touch slips throughdespite all absention.I toss and I turnso deep asleepin a dream that burns.Sheets tossed wide,in the morningthere is evidence I cried.©2013 Mysty Johnson
Midnight HauntingA Poem by Mysty JohnsonThose bad nights bring this to light.© 2013 Mysty JohnsonReviews
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4 Reviews Added on June 15, 2013 Last Updated on June 15, 2013 Tags: nightmares, bad dreams, Haunting, Midnight AuthorMysty JohnsonWinnipeg, Manitoba, CanadaAboutI am a 51 year old woman, married 31 years to same man. I love to write. I am told my poetry makes folks stop and ask me how I got inside their minds. I have 2 grown offspring. Daughter is recently ma.. more..Writing
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