uncaring fate



easypoem @ www.aipoem.com
December 12, 2016

slender beams of street light this darkened prison as i kneel,
always a maid,
always isolated,
frozen here,
waiting.

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

tears on my face.

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

--- easypoem ---





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