Annie's Poetry

Sorrow is a treacherous path, a precipice
a cliff of crumbled stone
Memories are mirrors reflecting
the boundless loneliness
of my soul
An ocean of grief
numberless waves of silk
ever rolling over me
Leaving wounds
that only I can see
Moonlight flows in my window
and my dreams are like ghosts
looming over me
My candle casts a shadow
and melancholy falls on me
© Ann Bagnall