Loss is a labyrinth unkempt and wild
that cannot be navigated in tousled indifference, or sartorial elegance
for it is a pathless forest, where trees whisper secrets we do not want to hear
and memories lurk in the shadows, like wolves in waiting
it is a desert of sorrow where the sun is merciless
and dreams evaporate before they are dreamt
loss is an ocean without shores, where the waves crash and swallow us whole
leaving us breathless and broken, adrift in an endless void that can never be filled
and with deep wounds that can never be healed
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 