MOONLIGHT IN POETRY

VULNERABLE WAS I

We walked, while we undressed each other's hearts.
The love we once had was deeper than the blue sea,
If you try to reach inside my mind,
you would see many things that made me scream,
I try to never make a scene.
You try so hard to find my weakness,
I do freely forgive, but it's so hard to forget.
Forgiveness is the act from one's heart,
that opens the spirit to set the matters free,
but that is so hard for me.
The old dark places I have seen,
cast a spell on me in darken dreams,
where Hope, and Love, could never be,
this is where Dark Angel thrives to cut deep,
he lives on all my fears, and tears.
We once had loved away before the pains
and rains that came to me,
in the cold September's nightmares.
With each step, we walked, there was always a fall,
each word was sharp that pierced at my heart,
every chance Dark Angel was making traps
for me to fall in.
Oh, how my heart was broken into pieces,
the light of my spirit had gone dim, like the stars
that fall from that cold September sky.
All my strength became very weak,
my flesh became cold like Dark Angel's heart.
I felt so empty and lost, alone out into the cold.
Hate and anger are all over the place,
he truly doesn't care about anything.
To forgive isn't as easy as one thinks,
I tried so hard to avoid the pains he gave to me,
But when hate comes in one's soul,
It's hard to let it go.
Hate feeds on fear -
that will leave you in tears
making you feel so empty and wounded,
leaving one crying out for peace.
The old pride feeds where I bleed,
the old repeated past always makes its way back,
the memories become stronger than it ever was,
it melts you down like rose dust.
When it comes to Dark Angel and me,
It is always a fight for two different sides.
We are what others read in books of darkening dreams.
Vulnerable was once me.
Oh, he cut me deep, can you hear me weep?
Open that old thick book and take a good look,
read my own bloodstain ink that bleeds out
what my heart weeps because of him.
He clothed me in black, where the bloodstains
wouldn't show, He calls me his soulmate,
his queen of darken dreams.

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