Endlessly drifting

in a stony place

of hurting

this is my shell

of glass and rain

standing alone

coloured only

by myself

the echoes

of a day

an hour

call to me

morning lingers

just beyond reach

but in the distance

I see the ashes

of another warning

© Ann Bagnall

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