The art of my pains
is in the bloodstain ink of me
while I write day and night
to give an insight of me that bleeds
while the world reads,
this is my own battle cry's
that are left in my mind
I see all the dead souls around me
while I dream my darken pains
of the days of rain that hasn't gone away,
I was born in a painful storm
the memories stayed with me
oh how the pains had cut me deep
the words that hurt made bigger storms
I hold my breath like I was dead
thinking it would all end,
I now realize as I got older
you cannot fix anyone
that don't want the help
so why in the hell did this life paint me
and put me down into a devastating storm
the past has a way to paint my life gray
this is the part of me that bleeds.

Judy Emery © 1984
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Judy Emery