Endless echoes
memories lingering in the darkness
the constant rattling of old bones
fragile and dusty reminders
of what once was
and what could have been
the ghosts of yesterday
the voices inside my head
a part of me that only I can see
circling in the darkness
a sweet silent haunting
gently rustling the leaves
outside my windows
slowly reaching like shadows reach
as the sun fades away
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 