Emily M. Watson

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I do not consider myself a poet, but I have written a few poems. Some of the poems below were published in my memoir "On the Edge of Insanity" and on Vocal. They are a bit dark, as they were written during the darkest times of my life. I hope when you read them, you are able to see the struggle I was going through mentally and physically because of my illnesses.

My Poetry

Unseen Haunting

Unseen Haunting

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The full moon can cause sleep disruptions and wildly vivid dreams. Check out this poem based on a crazy dream or rather nightmare.

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Ancient Foe

Unseen Haunting

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The full moon can cause sleep disruptions and wildly vivid dreams. Check out this poem based on a crazy dream or rather nightmare.

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Without Vision

Angel from unearthly realm

Why have you left my aging helm?

Leaving me in time of need

Without divine and knowing lead


No longer do you guide my path

I’m off the course, exposed to wrath

No longer do you light my way

Now in the dark, I’m left astray


Offended thee? I implore

Won’t you visit just once more?

Daisy

Upon my door death did ring

In the early hours one day in spring

An unforeseen and unwanted guest

He awakened me from my deepest rest

Icy breath did chill the room

And brought with it impending doom

The spark of life would soon go out

For which poor soul I was in doubt

A shadow fell upon the scene

A distorted and unholy dream

But there amidst the darkness lay

Her tiny body in disarray

Convoluted from great pain

Sight that drove my heart insane

Little breaths she did gasp

And I feared she would pass

Death you will not have your prize

Find another soul to rise

But he did look and at me leer

For of me death had no fear

No sooner had I turned my back

Then in she took one last gasp

But in my arms I did her hold

For I could not bear to let her go

But when the pain was much to bear

I heard a voice upon the air

A calming and most joyous sound

An alert that she was still around

Only then could I release my grasp

Allow her soul at last to pass

But as the months did drag on by

My heart did sink, my soul did die

And then upon one common day

Was brought from not so far away

A single angel left alone

In search of love, in search of home

Upon her tiny face I did see

A light from angel stole from me

For those we love are never lost

Though the great divide they have crossed

For return to us in another form

To comfort those who did them mourn

For they as we cannot part

From those who always have our heart.

Beginning of the End

Beginning of the End

Somewhere in a distant year

I work away without a fear

Joyful as the day goes by

I lie beneath the clear blue sky

Yet in the sky appears a light

Whose burning flame is twice as bright

As flaming sun in still of day

Or shinning stars perched far away

When all the world lies fast asleep

And I alone sit up and weep

For light which sits so far away

Will bring the world untimely day

When poisons fall from up above

To end the world that we all love.

Fly Away Young Soul

Beginning of the End

Fly away young soul from this wicked place, where man wear masks and hide their dark, true face. You are innocent and your soul is pure, you must steer clear of troops of Lucifer.


Fly away young soul from this new demented time, where man believes untruths and speaks dangerous lies. Hold to the light of the truth and cling to your faith, and you will be freed from the madness of this place.


Fly away young soul to a faraway Earth, where reformed souls have shown their devoted worth. Do not punish yourself for sins of the past, find strength and comfort in light and love that last.


Fly away young soul to a distant year, where you can live with hope and without fear. Where dreams of old are new and bright again, and time and space purposely have no end.


Climb high in the clouds, spread your wings and you will fly, for you were a fairy in another sky. Soar high above your toil and strife, and awaken with wings in the afterlife.

Emily M. Watson

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