In the empty recesses
carved out in my heart
by the sharp sword of loss
nebulous pieces of you drift untethered
grief has rendered me hollow
your whispers echo
in the empty shadows of my shallows
addicted to my pain
it becomes a tidal wave
sweeping me away
into the dark wells of my sorrow
© Ann Bagnall

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