…in the dark depths of my soul

Your shadow passes over me
like the journey of an eclipse that lasts longer than the night
you become the haunting that I have mistaken for memories
the dark wounds of love
now it is always fire weather in the dark depths of my soul
the place where everything that ever broke me
continues to haunt me
slowly burning unseen in the quiet corners of my restless mind
echoes of yesterday, on replay beyond the edges of reality
whispered secrets, lost, now faded to grey
buried in the dark hollows
just brief glimmers in the dusk of my dreams
where only I know the depths, of the devastation
for the past, speaks in whispers of things, that can no longer be
the ghosts never retreat and the fire, always the fire
is still clinging to me, like poison ivy, clings to a wall
memories are mirrors
always reflecting the boundless loneliness
my soul, an ocean of grief and melancholy calls to me
stars, once wild and free are now free falling in their untamed fires
burning ever brighter as they lose themselves
in the light of their own flames
now, like me, forever lost and forever searching through the embers
in the endless reaches of time
where survival relies on the fires, that never die
© Ann Bagnall