…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