The Greatest Mistake
Have you no colour
Within your dreams?
Nothing within to give?
Has loneliness settled
Upon your winter worn soul?
Yourself forgotten
Inner feelings of emptiness
No lasting satisfactions
Adrift in the wind
Afraid to find an anchor
Your heart
Yearning to be filled
Do you crave the love
That makes a woman wait
Day after day
For a man
Who will never come?
This
This is the greatest of all mistakes
© Ann Bagnall 2014.
