In the weeping darkness
ink spills the secrets of my soul
as I sink deeper into the past
the ashes of my dreams are drifting away
and rivers of pain are revealing themselves
now the long unwinding begins
slowly coiling itself around my heart
there is just a breath of wind
but I can feel it circling me
and I feel that my ghosts are close
midnight is watching
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 