Here in the depths of grief
I long for your echoes
cold fingers of pain
tap on the windows of my heart
its staccato rhythm in stark contrast
to the mournful songs of rain
sorrows’ aching melodies
drift in the tendrils of darkness
winding tightly around my soul
then breaking me open
my colours now bleeding away
© Ann Bagnall

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