The night is long and it has made its way
like an old sad song that needed to be played,
the wind is blowing strong
where words of hue are making stories
of another nightmare of pains
that brings on so much rain,
while words are being said
that will mess with your head
leaving you for the dead.

Judy Emery © 2019
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Judy Emery