To Be Written

There's so much to be written

in a life that is forbidden;

 there are the challenges

 that duck behind the darkness,

The sounds of loneliness

that cries deep into the darkest nights;

dark mournful song;

Autumn leaves blown around

by the breeze that comes along

with those sad lonely songs,

tears will fall like rain

the wind will whisper out pain

darkness is a lonely place to be

so, I write it all down

for the world to read,

 Poetic Judy Emery © 1981