To those who read all that I write
in my own bloodstained words
no matter the hurt
the cuts that are on my guts
that pours from my all deep within
that pours from my heart into ink
I write no matter if my spirit sinks.
I write about my hurt
no matter the dirt
of what people say around this town
they are only cheap clown
that hold big frowns,
that like pushing people around.
In the silence of the night
you will hear the cries
of foreign tongues
making a mockery out of me
just because I write down what I see
and making it apart of darken dreams
where I hear all those screams
crying out to me
not knowing what it all means...
where lies are always being told
leave my soul feeling cold
but no matter what I still stand bold
in this darkened world
where I live my life
trying to do what is right
no matter the pain
that cuts away at the mind
most of the time.
- Judy Emery © 1986 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
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MOONLIGHT IS TRYING TO SURVIVE
FantasyThis is another poem book of poems of the past.
