Imprisoned
By Jewels5150
Slender beams of accusation enter this darkened chamber as I kneel, always a slave, always somber, frozen here, waiting. Haloed forms wrought in panes of glass loom as dust dances in the air, forming an image in my mind, sparing not my shamed flesh. Blood on a child's face. I raise my head, now crying out for this oblivious mortality. Written February 11th, 2002 © on Feb 11 2002 02:00 PM PST 0 • 1
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