Losing Myself


 Losing Myself

What is it that pulls me back?

I am never sure

What is deeply hidden?

There are not even colours to stir the senses

Just pain in all its varied hues

I am stranded, suspended in time

Flowing aimless upon the swell of the sea

Again and again

Your eyes

Shall always persuade me

Losing myself over and over

Moments and memories

Timeless, indelible

Attracted by the inviting light

Yet I can feel the sharp edge of memories

All but figments of illusion

A finespun silken rigging

Which trembles with the thunder

That eternally rolls

Across the field of dreams

Assailed by doubts

In the face of strong winds of indecision

Responding to some inner voice

Finally and reluctantly

Once again

Turning to go

© Ann Bagnall and AnnieB222.com, 2013.

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