Annie's Poetry

Night creeps in slowly
Shadows deepen cool wind blows
I feel it crawling
Trailing its cloak of darkness
Over everything
The world is somehow smaller
And yet becomes vast
The horizon has vanished
Time becomes sleepy
The minutes labour like hours
My heart feels heavy
This journey is always hard
Morning is so far
And my dreams must be endured
For better or worse
They bring you to me my love
Dawn finds me with empty arms
© Ann Bagnall