Unspoken needs

Deeply held secrets

I hold them close to my heart

Hidden behind the darkest mask

I am never free

From the masquerade

Behind walls of my making

The darkness takes me over

And I am lifeless

Beneath the snow

The ache of empty years

The memories

 Of words that once were spoken

Oh, this heart of mine

It longs for you

But the masquerade

Is like the oncoming tide

From which I ache to slip away

To flow as a river

And to sail

Sweetly shadowed by night

Towards the final shore

To you

© Ann Bagnall and, 2013.


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