I fear this old dream
it visits me less these days
though unchanged by time
it comes upon me swiftly
there is no escape
ice water runs through my veins
for I know its face
colours fade from black to grey
I know this place, no escape
a judgment is passed
then a price is to be paid
a sudden kindness
an inexplicable grace
I never forget this place
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 