I often wonder what others think of me
when I am gone
will they hold on you my words?
I hope they think kindly of me.
Or will they only remember me as a sad song
that written pains down
of heartfelt emotions that bled deep
where the heart bled in overflowing ink.
But to those who hurt me
May they remember
that painful cold September
when this angel died
she came back to life
and found her wings
yet, wasn't about to fly.
My dear, think about those tears
that lasted all those years
I walked around in a world of fear
Some called it depression
a psychological disorder
and I call it a reaction
to desolation.
Perhaps something I do today
Some little thoughtful thing I say
Will show you what I long to be
and that is to be set free
from this darkness
And remember that I am also human
Just like You...
Please don't act confused
you know I have been abused
But now this angel is ready to Fly.
-Judy Emery © 1980
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
