It is cold and very lonely, hear in the unknown-
I often wondered,
if I was to fall deeper in this darkness would anyone truly care?
how will I ever get out of this mess?
And when I do where will I rest my head?
I feel this twisted emotion of darkness all over me,
this forever emptiness- has kept my poor body cold,
yet, I still walk and talk bold-
I can still see his eyes looking right through me
like he was readying my mind.
I remember when others use to tell me
love is a blessing, but if love is a blessing -
Why do I feel cursed? Why am I always being hurt?
In the days of my loneliness,
I had to endure trials of heartaches.
By night my fears climb-into my brilliant mind,
packed in hard memories,
where smiles I had one seen are now buried in a grave.
I'm miserable and frightened,
I wanted so badly to scream from the bottom of my soul,
but would it mean anything?
I'm lost into darken dreams- so I write and I write
for the whole world to read what it is I bleed,
the pain I bear, that reaches deep in the core of me.
- Judy Emery © 1993
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
