Loss is a visceral creature
no rhyme no reason
just unjust adjudication
tick tock the clock
cannot be stopped
life is now in the dark caverns
lost in a labyrinth
losing track of me
low burns the flame of love
my heart cannot concede
longing for the night to pass
I am retreating over and over
into the soft arms of dreaming
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 