…of the soul un-lived
The lost and broken soul
grows from a past rooted in pain
darkness built on darkness
emptiness that resonates to the core
there is always whispering
the sound of your inner voice
cries of the unconscious
life without laughter
disappearing into yourself
what passes for life in world of darkness
no need for the truth or poets
when out of the night, suddenly, without warning
a soulful cry reveals more than we say
reveals mirrors facing each other
empty frames, ghosts within
silently dying of grief
haunted by dreams and misery
the pain of the soul un-lived
reflected in the mirrors
there are the questions:
where is the point of no return?
where does the end begin?
now who are we going to be?
from that place without shadows
there are echoes of ourselves
fleeing out of the darkness
dare to listen for the answer
listen carefully to the unspoken
look not into the abyss
breathe deep
there is nothing to lose
remember this moment
everywhere there is music
carried on the waves of our hearts
resist resistance
a tryptic of life
past, present, and future
is hidden in our hearts
it can no longer be denied
the centre collapses
take one last look
time to stop waiting
start remembering ourselves
with a sense of wonder
peel away the layers
unravel the mystery
the fire of the heart
the sword of the pen
fighting for the future
side by side
dragging broken spirits
a convergence of lost souls
and time enough to live
© Ann Bagnall
** A poem from my book ‘Time Is Not Just Clocks or Ticks and Tocks’ published on Amazon**
