Hateful is one's own darkness, that hasn't yet, asked forgiveness.
I can see the dark blue seas, like eyes looking back at me,
what am I supposed to do? I am feeling so confused,
my body is abused, I have been left feeling used.
Into darken dreams, where I hear all those screams,
not understanding what it all means,
upon the darkest blue sea, where the crying winds call out to me,
where death has ended one's life and a new one begins,
God is casting away those sins,
Someone asked me, What will last? I looked back,
and I said: "memories of your broken past,
this is what has been cast, so don't look back,
because the past has a way of coming back
and will fight you with more attacks.
But know this, God, is with the brokenhearted,
for all those who have removed their pride,
Go will always be on their side...
the doors of heaven are open, for His angel to come and go,
I see a horse at the door, where the hearts pours,
I hear the birds in the woods sing like they are in spring,
all of this comes to me, in a place called darken dreams.
- Judy Emery © 1998
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
