…my reality

It is raining again in the dark depths of my soul
in the velvet night, a melancholy moon
looks down from on high, gently spilling her silver
the wind and the trees, are lonely like me
quietly singing like rain, a soft, sorrowful refrain
now I am drifting, lightless, like time
the wind is thrumming my threads and weaving my pain
there is no sugarcoating my reality
nothing is left, the truth, long lost in the unwinding
and regret, calls like bells upon the wind
if my heart had wings to fly
it could soar away from these dark thoughts
past the blue winds that are ever circling me
I feel trapped in the clutches of my own sorrow
drowning in the same grief, the same loss
over and over, and over again
when I think of you, I tremble
and I ask the night to bring me dreams
for without you, the hours pass so slowly
but my heart, my dear heart, keeps taking me back
back to the time, when the roses still bloomed
but for now the rain, is whispering your name
hidden somewhere, in the deep velvet shadows
once again my petals are unfolding
amidst the whispers, of the ghosts that haunt me
©Ann Bagnall