The soul feels so weak, slumbering around with a spirit almost lifeless,
I had often ask myself something that truly hurts; if I would die,
would anyone cry? would they even care? would they share-
a good story about me? Or would they keep spreading lies,
even after I have died? I know all of this seems so unfair,
but I have my own reasons for feeling as I do-
and No, I'm not confused! I just know I have been abused;
and so used up like a worn-out shoe.
I often thought about how this life swiftly moves along,
but mine seems to move so slowly like and sad old song,
yet, my heart keeps beating on.
- Judy Emery © 1980
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
