In the quiet corners of my restless mind
soft echoes of yesterday are on replay
gentle moments, that time has left behind
each memory fragile and slowly fading
I am now nothing but a shadow in the mirror
unreachable and falling, in a never-ending spiral
falling into dark realms, where I linger unseen
I am drowning in a thousand shades of grey
melting, slipping away without a ripple
like the whispers of a dying day
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 