Annie's Poetry

I won’t even try to sugarcoat
my predicament
my hunger and longing for you
are now my familiar companions
I ache to once more fill myself
with overflowing desires
but without you, my nights are haunted
and my dreams bring only misery
where I wander through corridors
of endless frames, endless dark mirrors
where my ghosts reside
silently dying of grief
© Ann Bagnall