Trace My Pains
TRACE MY PAINS
Trace my pains
While I dance around
in the pouring rain
while this little old town
calls me names,
The jealous eyes
are always on me
Oh, how it makes me cry,
That old sad past
has a way of coming back?
the path of true pains,
that always beat upon my mind
day and night,
So, I started to write down
All my broken world
In my own blood, stain ink;
of my own painful life,
That became a world
Of Darken dreams
Now is a big part of me.
Poetic Judy Emery © 1981
This poem is about:
Me