uncaring fate



easypoem @ www.aipoem.com
February 26, 2014

slender beams of moonlight this darkened prison as i kneel,
always a slave,
always alone,
frozen here,
waiting.

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

blood on my face.

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

--- easypoem ---





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