The Curtain Of Darkness

Poem By Poetic Judy Emery

THE CURTAIN OF DARKNESS

In my cold room of darkness
where the light of day never appears,
the curtain of darkness is everywhere,
where things were once loved
is no longer;
But, again that is what makes the heart
grow fonder in true wonder for true love,
where the sky isn't limited;
but, down hear in darken dreams
things are never what they seem,
frozen emotions of words that strangle out love,
secrets are made deep into the night
where Dark Angel loves to give fright
that starts up a big fight,
between light and day
a lot of slaves lost their way,
the shadows of the night
danced away their soul to a world of darkness,
where love was once hidden in their hearts
now, it is only a place of the forbidden
where lies are always written,
the light of love is behind the curtain
of the uncertain;
where love is only a fragrance in the sea air
that rises upon the earth;
that makes some keep fight for what is right
fighting for true love;
some without knowing
without a showing
But heart felt movements of the sprit
makes them remove all pride,
let true love come alive
in the souls that wants to live in paradise,
that is the only way
there is no other way,
in my cold darken room,
is a big black curtain
filled with only darkness;
where evil is always near
casting so much fear,
where petals of true love beamed its way
into the hearts of faith;
where darkness could never stand in the way.

Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
The Queen Of Darken Dreams

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