The glass window is stained from the winters rain
and the wooden doors are being eaten up with time,
as my mind swing open doors of images,-
that dance around in my mind
in perfect sync....
where words were very precisely,-
that was once penned out nicely.
But all that is gone...
Yet these old memories keep hanging on
like a sad painful song,-
that keeps playing is tunes
that brings on the blues,-
leaving me feeling I caught the Flue.
I can still remember when he strolls right on in my life,
I doubt it would have been easier just to walk back outside,-
every since I feel I am walking on unstable grounds
when he is around.
-Judy Emery © 1984
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
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DARKEN MEMORIES
FantasyThis book of poems makes a story, about life's pain that became darken dreams.
