Annie's Poetry

The night creeps in ever so slowly
callously trailing its’ cloak of darkness
over everything it can reach
its’ tendrils devastatingly creative
crawling into every nook and cranny
shadows deepening as a cool winds blows
the world now feels somehow smaller
and yet also, it somehow becomes vast
the ages are slowly drifting
the horizon has vanished, time becomes sleepy
the minutes labour like hours, my heart feels so heavy
this journey is always hard, morning is so far away
and for better or worse my dreams must be endured
for they are the conduit that brings you back to me
until dawn finds me with empty arms
© Ann Bagnall