The Edge Of Darken Dreams

I try so hard to concentrate
On this life Darken Angel gave,
in a world of ancient pains,
where it always rain,

the old moon always cry’s in late June
drink up the beauty of the sea,
while the stars shine from fare,
On the edge of the sea
is where I will fine me in darken dreams,

I walk alone praying one day all this will end,
then I think why did it ever began?

Poetic Judy Emery © 2017