My soul ever trusted your beautiful lies
the endless distortions of truth
the endless inflictions
of the deepest of wounds
that only I could ever see
the shadows that I feared
the avarice you displayed
that I endured as your possession
but my heart finally glimpsed reality
made me take my ashen dreams
and my smoky apparitions
close my eyes against them all
lest they consumed me
locking the doors of my heart
and opening them to the light
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 