This world is darkness
in a very big mess
that gives sickness
to all where the mind
runs back into another time
where the torture is strong
day and night or long
Oh, how I can hear the cries
for all this madness to end
but now everything blows in the wind
it is all becoming lullabies in my life;
every day is the darkness
and now so are the memories
that cut so very deep
all my pains are written on the wall
for all to read what it is I bleed.

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