I do not like the way I feel
I don't like the state of mind
that I am in I feel the bitterness
the coldness emptiness
of his darkness
querulous of mind
thoughts of the unkind
hate is always at my door
leaving me among a life of the poor
I do not yearn for false love
I don't look down on the homeless
but I do dread the dawn's
that holds no light
I do stand up and fight
for what I know is right
I hate to go to bed
because that is where I will sleep
that is where I weep
I have bad dreams of he
Dark Angel never gives me peace
all he gives is darken dreams
that makes me scream
he gives me a world of darkness
a place that always makes me cry
he seems to never leave my side
I feel so disillusioned
my heart holds nothing
but my mind holds all things
my eyes hold visions of time
I am not sick
but I feel sick
dreams are shoots in my mind
like fireworks of hell
my soul is crushed
spirit weak and lost
body sore
I don't like me anymore
I don't like what I had become
with a heart always on the run
this dark life is no fun.


Judy Emery © 1979
The Queen of Darken Dreams Poetic Judy Emery