…my own personal midnight

I live in a world
without seasons
in my sorrow
I long for the night
where the harmony
of lost souls
helps me
to balance the scales
but my lingering longing
cannot be overcome
for your absence
renders me empty
I am finally
completely broken
made stone
yet somehow
achingly hollow

empty affirmations
still clinging
to the chambers
of my heart
softly whispering
those sweet nothings
and those broken promises
into a dark echoing void
my own personal
midnight
where a blood moon
watches over me
all that I have lost
no longer whispering
but howling
like wolves at the sky

frozen in the moment
as I watch
all that I ever held
anomalously burning
right here
in this cold
unexpected winter
hollow is the pursuit
of happiness
hollow is is the promise
of forever
now I walk alone
with only my shadow
for company

your echoes
are still drifting
in empty space
back and forth
as I am
and the wind
still endlessly whispers
your name
despite my resolve
I listen for it
endlessly searching
the dark corners
of the void
each step a defiance
of my own resolve

seeking something
anything at all
that might fill my emptiness
and release me
from the shrouds
of my sorrow
but my soul
whispers back to me
that your place in my soul
will ever remain hollow
but for your echoes
and now I understand
that there will never be
another tomorrow
© Ann Bagnall