THE SWING IN DREAMS

Sitting among autumn leaves
feeling the cool evening breeze
dancing around in my mind
another time in dreams
I see a long battered swing
it looks so cold and desolated
it holds a story of long ago
the more I look at it in the silent
my mind had taken me back in time
of darkness and pains
bring down the rain
I could see myself sitting on that swing
tears did fall like glass
from a broken past
my hands are ******
my body bruised
I was in a bad storm of lies
that cut deep into my life
the cold winter blistered my skin
the ripping ancient tide air
making its way in my lungs
what was next to me
was my black cat
that was curled up on autumn leaves
while he was looking at me
while I start to scream .

Poetic Judy Emery © 2004
The Queen of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery