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