When I dream,
I can feel your touch,
Yet, I hear a different voice,
see another face
Oh, the pain it gave,
leaving me feeling so ashamed,
while he cast on the blame.
Sometimes everything inside me
feels it has died, yet, I am alive.
I cried, and I scream,
YOUR EYES ...told the story.

- Judy Emery © 1979
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery