The dreamers some would say
while I looked away
at the winter bare trees
while they stand so strong against the wind
as if they have imploring arms 
that are reaching to the sky
where the gray heavy rain clouds move along,
I look around while the gossipers still talking 
about me like I am a disease are something
but I never let cheap talk get me down
I feel as if I am a stranger in this small town
where people looks down on dreamers
or if you looks better than them 
they will talk i'll about you 
thats when I looked the gossipers in the face
saying ''yes'' I know I look good and I am a dreamer
then I walked away with a very big smile on my face
and they didn't know what to say,
but deep into my mind is where I write
while the wrinkled old skies tells its lies another night
I'm hunted by Dark Angel 
haunted by dreams that makes me scream
where dreams of he cut really deep
that plays hateful games are played on me
where spell are always casting 
to make sure I am struggling  
the stars unveil as the clouds regale
themselves with flight
on this cold winters night
that gives so much fright 
no hope of an escape not hear 
the old ancient moon
fads away in my mind of another time
alone I feel holding on to so much regrets
that I've known where love and life seemed to die
the hours sounds deep 
when it comes to darken dreams
where life moves on around me
but no one is around to awake me 
from this nightmare
No stars remain but only the pains .

Poetic Judy Emery (c)

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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