MOVE ME POETRY — A POETRY COMMUNITY LIKE NO OTHER
My Tortured Soul
Distant and darkly present
the ominous rumblings
of a summer storm
a presence that is felt
but cannot be seen
just as your heart
no longer within reach
is calling to me
gone but not forgotten
the flames of love
are lost again
the matrix of my heart
my dear heart
can no longer protect me
another cycle begins
in the dark and the shadows
where the ethers that divide
the day from the night
are lingering
in the deep chasms
where vast waters lie
silent and still as a mirror
reflecting the emptiness
that now fills my heart
to overflowing
and the tempest still rages
in the distant sea
and in the endless wilds
of my tortured soul
held in sweet captivity
ever aching to be free
© Ann Bagnall
