The wind whispers and weeps
rain falls ceaselessly
lightning quivers edge to edge
and thunder prowls the sky
I am taken back in time
to another place
and another time
as a silent wraith
at the poisoned shore
blind to your toxic love
those fatal words
sharp as knives
that revealed the awful truth
still echo from beyond
and now this winding path
with no destination
is mine alone
and I turn my back
on your memory
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 