A storm brews on the dark horizon
the things that cannot be unsaid
the bitter taste of tears
a love that once was everything
reduced to a mere memory
the inevitable outcome from my choices
although broken, I retaliate
my words like lightning strikes
as I throw my pain into the night
my thunder roars and the winds reply
carrying my dreams to oblivion
strangely rendering me lighter
as peace settles in my heart
but unable to extinguish the flames
still burning in my soul
your quiet whispers still haunt me
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 