THE ART OF MY PAINS
Wed, 08/10/2016 - 20:37 -- Poetic Judy Emery
The art of my pains
is in the blood stain ink of me
while I write day and night
to give insight of me that bleeds
while the world reads ,

this is my own battle cry's
that are left in my mind
I see all the dead souls around me
while I dream my darken pains
of the days of rain that hasn't gone away,

I was born in a painful storm
the memories stayed with me
oh how the pains had cut me deep
the words that hurt made bigger storms
I hold my breath like I was dead
thinking it would all end ,

I now realize as I got older
you cannot fix anyone
that don't want the help
so why in the hell did this life paint me
and put me down into a devastated storm
the past has away to paint my life gray
this is the art of me that bleeds .

Poetic Judy Emery (c)