Your mask of mystery
reveals only your eyes
the shadows of doubt
the shades of grey, the sorrowful lies
your words speak promises
that your silence betrays
your selfish desire to own me
as if I am your possession
your avarice finally bleeding
out of the darkness, into the light
these are the deepest of wounds
rushing over me like the oncoming tide
from which I ache to slip away
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 