Words are symphonies, songs of resonance
I sculpt dark creations, paint in shadows and in light
songs of the heart sounding from the depths
waiting in the dark, listening to the echoes
the fine tuned reverberations of pain and love and fear
I write of the unspoken that lurks within the heart of me
revealing myself and fleeing, not from the world but into it
but in the end these words shall always return to dust
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 