I written my thoughts
and made plenty of plots
for the whole words to read
what it is I bled
in poetic ink...
while my poor heart sink.
When I thought no one cared
about what I share...
I seen gray cloud covering the sun
I gone to sleep
where I would hear all those who weep.
But some of those thoughts
will never be written
and they will never be forbidden
because those are just for me to keep.
-Judy Emery © 1980 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.
