Apr 2020
I dwell in true loneliness
Where a time my own life would never be missed,
Oh, I was so broken,
I became a lie in many people’s eyes,
My own mother didn’t say she had a younger daughter,
She only calmed one and would be the oldest,
We lived in a small town of pain,
where my life became broken,
My heart was always beaten down by jealous clowns
of this darken town,
the home where I live is always empty and cold,
this pain I hold keeps even when I didn’t want to,
my days are so out of place, all I see is the gloom
all around my room,
I know there are some things are meant to be silent about,
that would be the abuse that is always at my door,
this old would I still hold in my mind,
nothing was ever good about my younger life,
this old past left its trace all over the place,
marked my heart from the very start,
there was never any trace of love in my life,
in the cellar the walls have eyes,
every word that has ever been told,
came back in full force,
Oh, the pain that came to me
on that cold September night,
in that cold cellar is where you left my heart
in the dark of all your lies,
the daylight falls with dooms of you,
That kept me on confused,
outside the fences, the grape-vines ruined all dyed,
the rose garden becomes a place of rose dust,
Oh. How my mother loved her rose garden,
the roses lost tall heir color, like the tears she cried,
When my own dad left her side,
the woods come back to the mowing field of pain,
where the big old willow tree danced in the autumn wind,
outside from my window, the land started losing all its beauty,
lost with time like rhyme of lies, Broken was I.
where love was never on my side,
My own tears would fall,
like a said little rhyme of you and me,
a sad broken dream always comes to me,
my mind has no peace, I dwell with a struggled aching heart,
when you left me all broken and afraid,
You vanished and left me all your enemies,
On a forgotten past to a broken road of darken dreams,
Broken is what I am, this cold winter night,
All I ever do is cry and write,
In my own bloodstain ink, that makes the heart sink.
Judy Emery © 1985
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Judy Emery
Where a time my own life would never be missed,
Oh, I was so broken,
I became a lie in many people’s eyes,
My own mother didn’t say she had a younger daughter,
She only calmed one and would be the oldest,
We lived in a small town of pain,
where my life became broken,
My heart was always beaten down by jealous clowns
of this darken town,
the home where I live is always empty and cold,
this pain I hold keeps even when I didn’t want to,
my days are so out of place, all I see is the gloom
all around my room,
I know there are some things are meant to be silent about,
that would be the abuse that is always at my door,
this old would I still hold in my mind,
nothing was ever good about my younger life,
this old past left its trace all over the place,
marked my heart from the very start,
there was never any trace of love in my life,
in the cellar the walls have eyes,
every word that has ever been told,
came back in full force,
Oh, the pain that came to me
on that cold September night,
in that cold cellar is where you left my heart
in the dark of all your lies,
the daylight falls with dooms of you,
That kept me on confused,
outside the fences, the grape-vines ruined all dyed,
the rose garden becomes a place of rose dust,
Oh. How my mother loved her rose garden,
the roses lost tall heir color, like the tears she cried,
When my own dad left her side,
the woods come back to the mowing field of pain,
where the big old willow tree danced in the autumn wind,
outside from my window, the land started losing all its beauty,
lost with time like rhyme of lies, Broken was I.
where love was never on my side,
My own tears would fall,
like a said little rhyme of you and me,
a sad broken dream always comes to me,
my mind has no peace, I dwell with a struggled aching heart,
when you left me all broken and afraid,
You vanished and left me all your enemies,
On a forgotten past to a broken road of darken dreams,
Broken is what I am, this cold winter night,
All I ever do is cry and write,
In my own bloodstain ink, that makes the heart sink.
Judy Emery © 1985
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Judy Emery
DARK ANGEL AND MOONLIGHT POETIC JUDY EMERY
