In my sorrow
all the walls
are waterfalls
melodiously whispering
I hear them calling me
into the flow of echoes
where I am a flower
lost in the darkness
drifting untethered
drenched and drowning
in their wakefinally alone
inside my empty walls
soft waves of silence
comfort me
©Ann Bagnall

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