A storm brews on the dark horizon
the things that cannot be unsaid
the bitter taste of tears
a love that once was everything
reduced to a mere fling
although broken, she retaliates
her words like lightning strikes
as she throws her pain into the night
her thunder roars and the winds reply
carrying her dreams to oblivion
strangely rendering her lighter
as peace settles in her heart
but unable to extinguish the flame
still burning in her soul
his quiet whispers still haunt her
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 