Dying slowly deep within
sighing of the drying
of my own beloved
all those many years
I, the mother of he
is no longer with me.
I write my pains
I cast no blame
it is all the same
we live and we die
but the heart will forever bleed.
- Judy Emery © 2018 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
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MEMORIES
PoetryMemories are things that come to me in happiness or sadness of sorrows, so I made poetry. Old memories you will always be a very big part of me.
