When the rain started to fall
it sounds like heavy thunder
where it made my wounder
when will I be set free
from these darken dreams
why do people like to hear me scream
bleed out like ink
upon the sea rocks
by the docks,
where those hollow memories
started making it's way back to me,
I have been lost
and tossed
into darkening dream
where I will always hear the screams
calling out to me...
What does all of this mean?

Judy Emery © 1982
The Queen of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery