CHAINS OF PAINS

 Oh, how I ride the sea in

 many darken dreams,

the old roaring sounds of
the crying wind frightens me
while the anger waves move along
like an ancient sad song,

I have seen many things
that made me scream
when it comes to darken dreams,

in the shadows of the night
gives me so much fright,

when it comes for my life

behind my ears
I did hear autumn winds
crying at me again,

Chains of my pains;
held me down in a darken room
when I move you can hear
the sounds of my fears
when Dark Angel comes near,

Clank of my chains
sounds like howling bells of hell
in a storm of rain of my pains
while I cry day and night
for freedom to come,

Guinevere of my body
the throbbing of my knotted hands
that still move the pen
in my own blood stain ink
for all to read about me

in darken dreams.

Poetic Judy Emery © 2004