MEMORIES

HIS WORDS WERE HARD TO DIGEST

What a thrill- he would say

questing the night with hollow compassion

as he kept on talking and suggesting

things should go more his way

his words were out of date

the thing he said made the hairs stand up on my neck

it was unexpected and I did not have a respond

to his awful words, he sure knew how to make me hurt

I slowly started feeling my spirit sunk

a little  deeper---each time he spoke,

then he told me to stand closer

that I should listen more closely when he speaks

when he told me this I got upset

I looked at him and said,

"IT sounds to me your liking war,"

he gave me a mark,

and started talking more

the thing he is saying

was hard for me to digest

but I gave it my best,

this was something I thought I could do

because at the time it was a profession of mine

to listen when someone would speak

then I would give my suggestion,

but today wasn't one of them.

I examine his heart and it broke my apart,

then he looked at me like I was a fine art

with every tear that flowed

he was determined to say more,

I love when you look at me he would say

looking my way---

it is all a big masquerade don't you think?

we all have a mask upon our faces

so we could hide what we feel deep inside

and we could feel somewhat safe.

- Judy Emery © 1988 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery