Hidden deep
within the heart of things
caught between
the light and shade
lie all the unspoken things
that I do not wish to see
the secrets I will never tell
they rise and drift away
shattered fragments
falling into the abyss
until only the dust
of memories remain
shifting back and forth
like a drifting boat
in absolute silence
just mournful echoes
on the breeze
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 