My words
My thoughts
My poor bleeding heart
I write down my own pain
in my bloodstain ink
for all to read what it is I bleed,
Life and Death we all do face
memories and agony's
comes to me in darken dreams
winter winds calling at me again
rains and storms
wrap around my mind over time,
Body and flesh made a bed
bones and ashes broke the glass
of my beaten down past
the windows of my life
cut me deep with a knife,
Words and sound
kept me bond
clowns and crowns left the town
while they were all dancing around
looking to be found,
My mind roamed around
my heart wasn't found
cold and abused because of you
this world of darkness is a big mess,
darkness holds the voice of lies,
Old memories cut deep
that made darken dreams
all about he and I of all times
for all to read what it is I bleed.
- Judy Emery © 1980 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
YOU ARE READING
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.
