Sleepless and restless
the turmoil within, envelops me
and all the while, memories
play heedless in the shadows
ever whispering
sweet nothings in my ears
because of you my days
are haunted by melancholy
the soft shadows of evening
shudder and tremble
like the pain that fades
and reappears
for fleeting seconds
upon my face
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 