PAIN

I feel hurt with a rush of pain in my heart
I read in many ‘’Shakespeare,’’ writing
Pains of agony is a way of life,
‘’since you know you cannot see yourself
So well as by reflection, I, your glass,
Will modestly discover yourself,’’

Life moves on but so does the pain
It reflects all the mistakes
I had ever made; I remember that cold
September even in late December
perhaps you don't remember
what it was you did,
to make me never forget,

Oh, let me tell you how this old story goes
you treated me so cold
you bruised my soul
you shattered my heart you left me mark
then you take me down
to wet ground of the lost
that will never be found,

Oh, pain of distress, go away;
why do you come around today?
in my cold darken room;
is the mirror of my life?
I see everything that wasn’t supposed to be,
the reflection of the past
that broken my spirit so fast
like shattered glass,

My heart is broken;
you left me out on sea to bleed away like ink;
in many pieces my heart is shattered;
every time I think about it
I get so upset with lots of regrets;
I wish we had never meet,

You beaten me down;
you give me a world of pain,
that hasn't gone away;
in the light of day, you come my way
just to see me in pain all over again.

Poetic Judy Emery © 1983
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery