uncaring fate

easypoem @ www.aipoem.com
December 6, 2015

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

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

blood on my face.

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

--- easypoem ---

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