I am an empty shell composed of hollow caverns
where echoes trapped in the void, dance in the arms of madness
my disembodied memories, drifting like orphaned petals
or a lost butterfly, endlessly searching for a place to land
swirling unchoreographed in the dark
unclaimed and lingering in hopelessness
as time crawls ever slowly
unseen and unheard they languish
in their beautiful vulnerability
endlessly entangled in the ebb and flow of my heart
watching me fall apart, the epitome of chaos
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 