MEMORIES

IT WAS LIKE A MASQUERADE

It was all like a masquerade really

where they all look and sound

scary and silly...

I even think someone called out 

a name I believe it was Billy.

I see and hear so many things

that truly really hurt me,

From childhood

right into adulthood.

I held in so much drama

that my poor heart could no longer bear

and I couldn't share.

I had to invalidate my pains

from a cold world

that brought on so much rain,

I have written my words in passion

in a common spring.

Yet, when I was faced with abuse

left feeling so used

I kept a smile on my face

like everything was okay

But what they didn't know

while they were making a show.

I have gone to my cold darken room

in the eyes of my God

where the truth of my pains

has been written in my own bloodstain ink

while my poor spirit sinks

all that was said and done to me

I just put it all down in history.

This is where all shall bathe

in the moonlight of me

where my words are painted

in the starlight's of my life

this is my story of sorrows

like there wasn't going to be a tomorrow.

-Judy Emery Copyright © 1992
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery