Annie's Poetry

Here where your echoes are calling
where the shrouds of loss are falling
where our dreams are fading away
sorrow murmurs soft and slow
restless souls and distant voices
still linger in the afterlife
where light can never settle
memories rush down twisted paths
vanishing into darkness
where somewhere deep within
a sliver of hope remains
a fleeting moment that quickly fades
like quiet footsteps
into the vast aching void of sorrow
the distance between us now endless
our colours faded with time
finally a place of endings
where echoes die and nothing blooms
and the raven, the voice of the lost
is calling ‘nevermore, nevermore’
© Ann Bagnall