In The Still Of The Night
In the still of the night I still hear the wind cry,
upon the lonely sea, the moon shines its beauty
on the ancient black sea,
while the sun has faded into many dreams,
my own weakness raised up deep within my soul
of something that happen long ago,
on the road of painful memories,
where the cuts that was made for me to bleed,
like the old willow tree that leafing out,
through the streets of the neighborhood,
in my sadness, I could feel the open wounds,
this old pain will always remain,
I take one step at a time and breath
While his eyes stayed upon me,
I cried but no one would ever hear my sight,
But the world could see the pains in my eyes
But they never say a thing,
while the old man tops his hat while the people
of this evil town walked on by,
When the night shift to day,
everything seems to be the same,
this old pain remains,
I know I could blow the whistle
and let the world know what was happening to me,
But it would be a waste of time,
because no one will ever believe me,
He the one that was hurting me,
Would whisper in my ear,
My child, my dear, no one gives a care,
So, take in the fear, because I will always be near,
Dark Angel, is an evil man of the town
to describe what he looks like,
would truly be hard for me to do,
This sad loneliness has been going on for years,
all my tears he treasures, and my pains he lives by,
my fears he breath in, on the second floor
from my bedroom, I would stand by my window
looking out while I push the heavy curtain,
where my thoughts wasn't sustain,
because of darken dreams,
nothing is never what they seem,
I could feel a cold wind coming in from somewhere,
Behind me I could feel heavy breath behind me,
Tired and weak is me,
I’m so tired from running from he that haunts me,
He gives me so many bad dreams,
the failure of love is always with me,
all my thoughts roll over another day,
my nights are always long because of painful dreams
I always search for the words to write down,
for the whole world to read about me
in darken dreams, oh how this makes me scream
because of all the places I have seen
I never wanted to see are be in.
Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
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