…is a disguise

Colours are shifting in the night in ever continuous motion
darkness is beckoning from the deep wells of the heart
the declivity of dreaming, desperate desires
depths that were always beyond comprehension
are now detached from reality
discordant notes slowly drifting
longing is a creature with wings
that carry it from the deep fathomless depths of memory
a serpent resplendent in coils of green
luminous in even the softest light
and I am drenched and drowning
as it drains me of everything
bleeding me dry, drop after drop after drop
tears fall from my eyes
holding on to all your lies
love is a disguise
© Ann Bagnall