…of sorrow
His heart is broken
all his secrets and losses
deeply held inside
with each swiftly passing day
time slipping away
he finds himself somehow back
where he used to be
facial lines becoming deep
in his heart he knows
he enters darkness alone
the sounds of the day
fading to a quiet hum
like his dreams falling
silently down to the earth
into the distance
he gazes at yesterday
his hands now tremble
as he dallies with his thoughts
in the nights alone
he feels the hours as they pass
carrying such pain
he finds the sudden silence
after heavy rain
awakens him in the night
leaves him wondering
if the wide halls of heaven
have fallen empty
but for the endless echoes
memories fading
the formless weight of sorrow
perhaps it is almost time
evening shadows drift in
colours of the day
falling ever so gently
down into the long dark night
© Ann Bagnall
2012
