In the dust of dawn, my heart bleeds
I cry to be set free...
but no one could ever hear me;
I let out all the emotions that cut me deep,
leaving me weeping for freedom,-
that hasn't yet arrived.
I would hide in my cold darken room,
until the morning sun would rise,-
where a new day shined in my eyes
to let me know I am alive...
I had survived another emotional storm.
-Judy Emery © 1986The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
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DARK ANGEL AND MOONLIGHT
FantasyThis is a fiction poem book mixed with the old and the new,.
