I had fallen into the dark

it is a long fall of them all 

down I go where no one knows 

this is how the old story goes,


Dark Angel is always near

holding so much anger and fear 

while he calls me his sweet darling 

but you can see all his guilt and lies 

deep within his eyes,


He keeps me broken 

I am always hoping for peace

my door did linger 

while my heart grown weaker 

in sorrows and more pains 

into darken dreams

 it always rains for me.


Poetic Judy Emery © 1980


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