A collector truly don't take care of my needs,
when it is reflecting the middle-class ways,
Oh, the bourgeois, and the pompous of demands
and the inflated so many dreams.
It's a little I do care about, and a lot I do,
like the way, I talk or walk, and the path I take
in my life, I know not everything is nice.
But, I do give life my best while I'm still in it.
I don't know where this life will lead me,
and that I do care about.
Sometimes things can get so overbearing,
and get very scary, when I'm out of the house,
I do my best to look around, and see the beauty
of nature green.
At times in my life, I found my heartbroken
and it seemed as if I was only someone token
that had been tossed into the sea.
So, I know I must go and give a helping hand
somewhere to another soul and to let that one
know the heart can grow weak and left to bleed
but God saws his seeds, and he feeds the broken
hearted.
What runs in the heart pours deep into the mind.
what's in the mind is little I know,
But what is in the spirit can overflow.
I wish I could walk all day long sing Gods song,
get I do in silence of my room,
I find myself walking around at times tell dawn,
I let my tears flow on the isolated grounds.
I give my God all my fears and tears
I never know what stands so near.
With the ruts on the road holds no sight
to the beauty of an eye.
Aw, how I love the wind that blows on the shore
where my feet can cool, and the tides,
brush the sand, where it is I stand.
I can see the rocks covered with weeds
and moss, as if they hold no care,
where the rain falls down upon the isolated shores
as the clouds gather the rain into a graying sky.
Memories start pouring on in my mind.
It won't take long for my tears to fall from my eyes.
- Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
