THUNDERSHOWER

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Rain wakes me up from this poetic nightmare
O! please, someone take the lead
and help me wash the blood off my hands,

In the secret, silence of the night I can still
feel the eyes of he who haunts me...
O! please, let me be, set me free.

When all the stars shine did you see the light?
Did you see how the darkness of the moon
that came out in late June?

O! Rains wash me clean,
cast the pains off of me...
to the ones how have cast the plague on me.

Another sleepless night
where my mind takes me back to painful times
I listened to the sounds of that old crying wind
O! how it makes it's way back to me again.

For where love is lost and forever gone
I somehow kept hanging on to that sad old song.
In the midst of the pouring night
I still felt the fright of my life,

Where all my nightmares began
that sent my heart on the run.
Where all the memories are spun,
and my painful past became undone.

O! Look at what I have become!
I am broken, left out to die...
I had been cut deep
Now all I do is weep.

Across that ancient painted sky
my story is being written in my tears
of all my painful years.

The Oceans and the seas are being filled
as my tears pour like the rain of a strong
thundershower that my heart embraced.

Because this old world was doomed,
right from the start.
O! My God, please, wash away all my
unforgiving mistakes! 

-Judy Emery © 1989
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery

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