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IN MY DARKEN ROOM

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IN MY DARKEN ROOM

IN MY DARKEN ROOM

In my darken room, I gaze out my window
watching life passing me on by;
I often wonder will I ever survive,
is anyone paying attention 
does anyone really care
I often wonder is life really out there?
I'm locked away in a darken place 
behind walls of a nightmare,
but I am still fighting for my life
I maybe bleeding away while the old ship sinks,
I watch how history keeps repeating the same old things
Oh, how that makes my heart break,
I know Dark Angel is watching me
But I know God is too!
Is anyone one paying attention to my silent cries?
Oh, how I feel I'm slowly dying inside,
the rain shredded from the night of my painful cry's,
where my reflection hides behind those cold gray walls,
I look out my window and see the wet sidewalk 
where red and yellow leaves fall
just like the teats I shed .

Poetic Judy Emery (c) 2017 7-3-2017

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 7/3/2017 3:42:00 AM
Hoping the light is soon shining again.
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Date: 7/2/2017 7:01:00 PM
Depression is an overflowing plate that just keeps filling...taking up free rent in someones head...poignant poem, Judy...at these times..I always review things I am grateful for, despite the rain...my daughters love me...my health is ok...then I practice "little acts of kindness" which offer instant satisfaction...love, jimbo
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