Micropoetry – Endings (Whispers Of A Dying Day)
I am but a shadow in the mirror
Unreachable
Falling
In a never ending spiral
A clock ticks
Chimes
The fire and I are dying
Each a slow death
Drowning
A thousand shades of blue
Melting
Slipping away without a ripple
Like the whispers
Of a dying day
© Ann Bagnall 2021
