In the moments
between life and death
I await endless darkness
I anticipate the light of heaven
I contemplate
the closing of the circle
the inevitable reality
of the passage of time
I am bleeding out almost empty
death is mine alone
and I surrender to my pain
turned to dust
I will no longer have a name
then death’s cloak falls upon me
whispering to my soul

you were born in the fire
you thrived in the flames
I claim you…rename you…

while time takes the broken
your path is unspoken
time is unwinding
you are at one with the loss
and with the finding”

and so it began
the endless returning
my desolate wandering
where the scent of despair
permeates everywhere
and fills me to overflowing
with the emptiness
of haunting

© Ann Bagnall

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