uncaring fate


easypoem @ www.aipoem.com
April 15, 2011

slender beams of moonlight this darkened prison as i kneel,
always a butler,
always isolated,
frozen here,

tortured forms wrought in panes of glass loom as dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
piecing my coal black flesh.

dark blood on my face.

i raise my head,
now tearing weaps out for this uncaring fate.

--- easypoem ---

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