In my own silence
is where I bleed
my pains cut me very deep
words that will never be hared
Silence is my storm
this is where old memories
come to me in silence
where the rain is always
pouring down on me
cuts from long ago
has marked my heart
deep into my soul
My own silence
is a darken place
a state of mind
that works over time
Silence of memories
that gave me painful dreams.

Poetic Lilly Judy Emery (c)