I traveled down that road
in the brightness of gold,
I held the fear
I truly dreaded to hear
I was flooded in teared
in all those years.
I let my pen flow
in what my poor heart bled
when my beloved son, I hear was dead
I almost lost my head
I felt I was ready for the grave
because I was going insane.
I have seen many things on that hot summer day
but nothing like this where my beloved was laid
to rest in that summers raise
Oh, how my heart felt the blaze
on that painful day.
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.