At the time where midnight stands
I hold my silence in the night of sleep
where my soul always weep,
while others set their fancie free
while old memories press upon me.
Oh, pity on he who haunts me in darken dreams,
to love the unloved, yet mistaken me for thee!
What is it I feel upon the earth,
I walk and I talk to all that I see
asking how love can run so free.
Oh, helpless, hopeless, runs deep within in me,
I hurt, I feel the cuts of the unloved,
But, I had never turned my back on the ones who love me,
I marched in the land of the free
But who are they to judge me?
I fight my own beast, that has taken the best out of me,
I walk and talk so free in a world that looks down on dreams,
I look forward to what it is I believe,
no matter what others think of me
when I greet the unseen.
- Judy Emery © 1980
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
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MY POETIC DIARY
PoesíaThis book is for the ones who had a big imagination, where you can imagine what it is you read, the good and the bad, well the poem that I have put in this book has a lot of mixed poems of long ago and the now.
