THIS IS MY TESTIMONY

 

It’s so hard for me to focus

When my poor hear is broken

I’m just a socked down

in my own loneliness

that is taken over like an old sad song,

while my life keeps passing love by,

I see all my pains I have written down in ink

so long ago for others to read what it is I bleed,

the ruins of me I written down in poetry,

my tears hold so many years of my own fears,

while others were out shaming my name

just to keep me quite

where they could take away my fame,

of my own life time pains that others gave,

my letters I had written in my own blood stain ink

the pleasures are all mine that I write,

tomorrow will measure its own cries,

but tonight, I will write about you,

a love I will always crave

and one day love will be with me,

but until then I will stand up to all my bullies,

I will make that a part of my own profession

I will stop the in their tracks like a heart attack

and I will reach deep within my soul

just to find my greatest passion of everlasting love,

that will be my own testimony that will track down

my every word that bleed out from me

just for the entire world to read,

damage is me;

the one they call queen of darken dreams,

I set upon a dying throne

that triggers at all my feelings,

this isn’t an easy scrip to put into rhyme

but it is a crime for others to take what is mine,

this is my own responsibilities of my own testing’s

my haters provoked shame and blames,

that strained the mind most of the time,

they never seem to change

they are like a torn region

to contribute their malice ways,

sowing more black seeds that makes rotten roots,

they always try to misrepresent my life time talents,

I’m so very buffeted for so long

I don’t know why my heart sill bleeds

lost in darken dreams.

 

Poetic Judy Emery © 2017 Time 5:15 PM 017