These Words

These Words

 My words are symphonies

Songs of resonance

I know beauty

Yet with dreamlike detachment

I sculpt these dark creations

My world is painted in shadows

And in light

A hundred kinds of colours

Songs of the heart

Sounding from the depths

I fear the sadness

Waiting in the dark

I stand

Exposed to howling winds

Listening to the echoes

The fine tuned reverberations

Of pain, and love and fear

I write of the unspoken

That lurks within the heart of me

Revealing myself

And fleeing

Not from the world

But into it

And in the end these words

Shall always return

To dust

© Ann Bagnall 2017.

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