DARKEN MEMORIES

I WRITE MY FAMOUS LINES

When I write, I allow my mind to roam
to a place, it feels safe and at home,
But, that isn't always the case,
when you are in a dark state of mind,
it can leave you feeling blind
in a time of the unknown.

Beside my bed is my lamp
that I keep on most of the time,
so I could write my famous lines,
while my heart bleeds out like ink,
in a world that is so mean,
that seems to make my spirit sink.

Leaving me so vulnerable,
my heart is forever shattered, I feel so battered,
but that old poet lamp shines its light
for me to write all that is broken inside me.
My emotions are scattered like the stars
that shine by afar, leaving me so scared.

I became the artwork of darkening dreams
a place where I always scream,
where the day is long,
yet, the nights are even longer,
full of dust and rain,
that leaves me in so much pain.

Where old memories start pulling on my mind
leaving me pierced in a cold society,
that tells so much lies most of the time.
Little by little, another part of me slips away
into that cloud of gray.
That lead me astray.

Those old words are still open for the grab,
they still cut so very deep
that keeps me weeping for peace,
into my empty soul of long ago
bleed out like ink,
while my spirit sinks.

But I still kept my lamp on,
to let it shines it's light on high
in my cold darken room.
Where all my secret deeds
of painful thoughts,
makes the plot of what it is I seek.

Deep into my darkest hours,
where the autumn rain pours
along the loneliest streets.
soon the sun will shine its glory
of its beauty all over the place.

Aw, how it puts a smile on my face,
But, by dawn, the tears start to flow,
like the emotions of the mighty sea
that rush back to me.
my heart bleed out what it feels
that keeps me feeling so ill.

I write while my lamp shines its light,
in sparkling beams of its faithful beauty.
just for me to see the art of my pain,
that comes to me like the pouring rain,
Oh, how the winter winds blow all its
sorrows my way.

I remember when the sounds that once blow
like charms that held a sweet tone,
where love and laughter
made music to the ears
to all who could hear,
that last out the years.

But, all that is now gone,
and all I have left in me,
are the tears and the fears
that stand always so near.
Oh, I remember all that I can,
while my life is still with me.

While I can still write out what I feel
by the days and the stormy nights,
next to my faithful lamp, is the ink pen
and all my stationery.
No matter the pains, or happiness I'm in,
my life has always been a gift.

-Judy Emery © 1980
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery