THE STORMS

Please help me move pass this pain
These storms come to me every day,
I feel I can no longer survive,
In darken dreams are many thunderstorms
Tears are always falling,
Hearts are always breaking,
Every day is another agony,

each day I get closer to the old platform
I don’t want to stand on,
I don’t want to show my face,
I don’t want to play into his games
I don’t want to perform in a storm of pains,

Please help me someone,
Please take away all the storms that come
To me in darken dreams.
Oh, how he makes me scream,
He cut me very deep,

behind closed doors he does very bad things,
on the floor is me that bleeds,
I cry but no one can hear me,
every time I shout for help
that’s when he gives me more hell,

the thunder bangs so loud
no one can hear my shout,
Dark Angel, has shutout my cries,
Oh, the cuts hurts so much,
I can no longer take this pain,
I want to go far away,
But again, that is what he gave
A world of darkness my way,

He loves to hear me scream
He loves to explore my mind,
Yet when it thunders it gives more
outpouring of tears and fears,
he slowly crippling my spirit with lies,

Poetic Judy Emery © 1996