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Innocence Is Still Intact

INNOCENCE IS STILL INTACT

Innocence is still intact,-
no matter how bad this life attack me,
at night in my cold darken room
where it is I cry,
I would wrap my self in blankets
where I felt safe,-
where I kept my faith
and I would pray….for this nightmare to go away.

I know I am strong enough
to fight this agony,-
Oh, how the rush of a cold crying wind
would soak me down in tears,-
that brought on the fears,
that lasted for years,
Where all my strength begins to fail me.

When I saw those hollow eyes staring back at me
where shallow lies,-
in those painful times,
as this darkness breed on the mind,
where all I hear all those cries.
Oh, my dear God what is happening to me
Why, do I keep having these bad nightmares?

But when I awake, I found myself in lack of faith
because Dark Angel was standing before me.

Poetic Judy Emery © 1982
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Bangalee Avatar
June 7, 2020 at 1:24 AM
innocence always lives in intact -yes; well penned; greatly enjoyed
Matis  Avatar
January 26, 2020 at 7:35 PM
Sleep paralyses sucks mate. Hope it gets better.
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