Annie's Poetry

I still think of you when I am alone
in the dark corners of the night
where our ghosts return, uninvited
over and over and over again
constantly reliving the deep wounds
and the lost dreams
and for a moment I think that perhaps
we just needed time
but them I remember the pain
constantly blooming in the shadows
and I reluctantly turn away
for my ghosts and my wounds
are here to stay
©Ann Bagnall