My dreams burnt to ashes
drifting slowly down
at the whim of the winds
into the dark waters
crashing onto rocks
as black as your soul
where here in the depths
seconds contain lifetimes
raging torrents of sorrow
lonely whispering winds
caught in a maelstrom
as deep as an ocean
sad musings and rising pain
ten thousand deaths
in my imagination
and a dark silence
cold, like last nights’ ashes
before fading away
into the depths, with me
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 