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MY POETESS BLOOD STAIN INK

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MY POETESS BLOOD STAIN INK

MY POETESS BLOOD STAIN INK

I am the poetess that lets out my pain 
I write in the pouring rain,
I open my heart to all that reads about me
they can see what it is my soul bleeds,
I write and I fight for what I believe
even in darken dreams,
my blood is red just like the sea.
I try never to sleep , because all I get when I sleep
is all those darken dreams;
I'm a victim trapped in all this pain,
I speak what it is I love 
to all who can read and hear all my fears,
I pray for all the lost that yet hasn't been found,
Oh, come and stand on holy ground,
Let Jehovah God and Jesus our Lord words 
burn deep within your souls 
let it be the honey and the milk to sweeten your spirit
to help you let go of the pain,
Oh, but how the shadows hold me like they are my keeper
when it comes to me in darken dreams to make me weep 
for all those who bled out like the sea,
In my own poetess blood stain ink 
I write what it is I see,
Oh dear God Help Me
they are out for my spirit 
they even wish for me to be dead 
they want to take off my head,
Oh, when I look in their deaden eyes
Oh, how it makes me cry
I see sand coffins for the headless bodies 
this is so creepy for me to see 
Oh, how this makes me weep,
this is a nightmare I don't want to see
but this is a testing for me.
So I write and I cry in my own poetess blood stain ink
for all to read about me and what makes me bleed.

Poetic Judy Emery (c) 2017 7.9.2017

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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