I sat in front of a fire in silence
to a cold night,
My thoughts started to drift watching the moon
I was only confronted only by darkness
and a clear night sky.
A mindless puppet I become
my strings are torn all over the place
the bruises all over me
cut deep all over me with blackening eyes
my soul abused.
The creak bones are cold
why he tells me what to do
My eyesight has gone bad I feel so sad
The yelling
the blaming and hitting
Cutting at my soul each day and night.
His words that will never fade
my body fading away fast
The chance to turn wrong to right
have fun with that old man's guilt
the world of his darkness what a mess
he is standing in the way of light
my mind is going in circles.
Love and dreams
are words abusers use only to better sweet
what they do to cover over the abuse
to make them feel better
Love is in dreams
In books that are not true.
****** thoughts fear and lost hopes
Is the darkness that stands around me
I look in the shadows of Dark Angel
lurk to see me bleed.
He whispered to me
In a soft bold voice
your my puppet on a string come dance with me
oh, how my heart screams.
We sit along time in silence in much pain
of regrets
There is darkness in the air of unhappiness
It was like an autumn slack sharpening in the air
It shadow shone beneath the black as if the
Sun was gone like a sad love song.
Even the moon has the blues
My mind is a race
my body is aching
My soul wanted to let go
too run free
The reawaken pain starts all over again
I pray for an end.

Judy Emery © 1980
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Judy Emery