I'M not sleeping I just have my eyes closed
to me its easier to hold the images as they go
whereas for my mind holds so kind
my dear friend, I am only resting my eyes
but as for my mind is writing stories
where stranger of my past
are like the seeds
I had never sown
yet they're like a rapacious moth of warriors,
sweeping over the Mediterranean Sea
to plunder everything in sight
to bring on fright
but somehow they left a mark in my life
deep in the back of my mind
I try so hard to escape these things that I see
those stranger that keeps looking at me
so long ago their images
that dance around in my head
but somehow they look very dead
So I close my eyes and let the story begin
and I will soon write out their sins
that seems to always haunt me in darken dreams
where they love to make me scream
while I'm sleeping,
yet I am very much awake.
- Judy Emery © 1999 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
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PoetryMemories are things that come to me in happiness or sadness of sorrows, so I made poetry. Old memories you will always be a very big part of me.