The Pain of Separation
Dawn draws near
and I linger here
languishing
in the deep pools
of longing
both the silence and I
are aching
as the day breaks
in rose coloured glass
and gently repaints
my illusions
her pastel strokes
fall like veils
upon the morning
yet they are fragile
too ephemeral
to disguise the darkness
that lies entangled
in the fleeting corridors
of night
entwined
in my thoughts
the endless thorns
of desire
the pain of separation
but now I must rise
rise, above it all
to stand tall
and turn my back
upon the memories
of the fall
for this affliction
assails me
in constant repetition
and I am lost
entombed
in the devastation
© Ann Bagnall
