Losing Myself

 Losing Myself

What is it that pulls me back?

I am never sure

There no colours to stir the senses

Just pain in all its varied hues

I am suspended in time

Flowing aimless

Upon the swell of the sea

Again and again

Your eyes

They always persuade me

Losing myself over and over

I feel the sharp edge of memories

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

I once again

Turn to go

© Ann Bagnall 2013.


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