Sorrow is the cold glass
between drifting and drowning
locked in a room with no key
tides of loss call unseen
the hourglass tilts
reaching for fragments of you
finding only shards of my heart
grief calling
lost in thorns of desolation
like a raven in the night
© Ann Bagnall

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