I remember a place I once had gone,
Oh, how this old story keeps playing on,-
like an old sad song.
I remember, being educated in Maine,
were people always act so strange;
I was in ninth and tenth grade,
where I would study about my faith,-
until I withdrew for personal reasons.
I can still see him looking me in my eyes
just waiting to see my cry...
You're so strong.
You're so brave.
he would say, while he looks my way.
I started yelling back at him saying:
"What kind of monster are you to do something like this?"
He started walking towards me and I started to scream
I woke up because I was having a bad dream.- Judy Emery © 1980
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery