…of the deep shadows of loss

A strange place, a bright empty space
Beckons to me, to come closer and closer
Colours of loss, slowly drifting like dreams
Delicate and distant they are circling me
Emerging from the dark ruins of who we used to be
Flaring briefly, like sparks or like pain
Grief is quietly reframing itself, again and again
Here lie the pieces of my broken dreams
I have desperately tried, to leave behind
Just another heartbreak, just another untold story
Kindling for the flames, of my slowly fading fire
Living deep inside the darkness of yesterday’s lies
My broken heart, still knows the dreadful truth
Nothing is ever forgotten, nor is it ever erased
Old ghosts and old wounds, are constantly circling
Pulling me closer, ever closer, in the darkness
Quietly whispering sweet nothings to me
Restless souls are circling me in the silence
Silhouettes, cast against the distant sky
The dark art, of the deep shadows of loss
Unmoved by the call, of the wandering wind
Visions of you, are slowly drifting away
Winter now loudly announcing, that is here to stay
X-ray eyes, are ever so slowly turning away
Your vows now all broken, the truths still unspoken
Zephyrous breezes, are trying in vain, to comfort me
© Ann Bagnall