Annie's Poetry

I stand unshaken
in the eye of the storm
as the wild winds
leave only devastation
in their wake
I am silent in my resolve
that our love will persevere
my intentions carved in stone
like the ancient trees
my roots deep in the earth
I may bend but I never break
now time is slowly drifting
and I am left behind
losing count of the hours
the minutes the seconds
where with or without you
I am still following
the haunting beat
of your distant heart
© Ann Bagnall