An endless weariness

Encircles my heart

And when the last candle fails

I am left empty

Without a trace

Empty of even the ashes

Of my memories

Without them

There is an even greater emptiness

To the empty sky

Empty and comfortless now

Empty of you

The dark of evening will soon be here

Familiar things cast no shadows

Yet still are seen to fall

 And flow to the centre

Then float away with the stream

Flowers after their kind

Flutter and scatter

Like the feathers of winter’s wing

I feel the coldness of its betrayal

And once again

I must enter the darkness

All alone

Even to the end

© Ann Bagnall 2013.


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