Annie's Poetry

I have lost my way
in the many chambers of my sorrow
quietly I entered, quietly I take my leave
yet the waves still rise and the wind follows me
I stand at the dark edge, on the brink of illusion
my petals falling from my withered flowers
the bells are calling and the clock marks the hours
in my longing for light I reach for the moon
but she whispers to me ‘too soon, too soon’
© Ann Bagnall