…of sorrow

His heart is broken
all his secrets and losses deeply held inside
with each swiftly passing day, time slipping away
he finds himself, somehow back where he used to be
facial lines becoming deep
in his heart he knows he enters darkness alone
the sounds of the day fading to a quiet hum
like his dreams falling silently down to the earth
into the distance he gazes at yesterday
his hands now tremble as he dallies with his thoughts
in the nights alone, he feels the hours as they pass
carrying such pain he finds the sudden silence after heavy rain
awakens him in the night
leaves him wondering if the wide halls of heaven
have fallen empty, but for the endless echoes
memories fading, the formless weight of sorrow
perhaps it is almost time, evening shadows drift in
the colours of the day are falling ever so gently
down into the long dark night
© Ann Bagnall
2012