…is falling on me

I have travelled for so long, so many revolutions around the sun
seasoned I may be, but weary I have become
the nights are the hardest to bear, the silence is heavy
and it weighs on me, the hours, the hours, they pass so slowly
like an endless winter, where darkness, my companion, brings only misery
my heart empty for so long has fallen to echoes
I am but a reflection of someone I used to be
I hear the shadows calling and I know the night is falling on me
© Ann Bagnall