Look, how the trees stand so tall
yet they look so sad
while the leaves fall,
they transformed into a place
where all my freedom was taken away
while my spirit started to fade
in that big old cloud of gray.
Where eyes were given witness
to a painful view
whereas my life was so confused
I didn't know what to do...
It seems to set a coldness in my heart
bring me back to a place that left me marked.
A place I never want to go near
bring on the fears and tears
that left me in darkness all those years,
where I would hear the voice
that told me so many lies
that mad me cry all the time,
Oh, how those memories
given me the creep
knowing when things have played its part
being unable to let go of the pain
that almost driven me insane
that brought on so much rain.
I pray for the courage
to fight back the rage,
to see past the flaws
I must face...
where I can acknowledge
my own strengths God gave.
-Judy Emery © 1998 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
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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.
