Silent are the unwritten pages, silent are the words unsaid
rivers that flow like blood through veins, away from the books unread
silent are the unwritten pages, silent are the words unsaid
hearts bleeding ink in the colours of pain, painting us thread by thread
silent are the unwritten pages, silent are the words unsaid
souls now shadowed in sorrow’s dark refrain
and ravens circle overhead
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 