Slender beams of moonlight enter this
darkened chamber as I kneel always alone
always lost frozen here waiting.
Tortured forms wrought in panes of glass
looms as dust dances in the air forming an
image in my mind searing my shamed soul
Tears on a child’s face
I raise my head, now crying out
for this uncaring salvation.
- Author: abbyalmo ( Offline)
- Published: October 29th, 2017 16:50
- Category: Gothic
- Views: 15
Comments1
i can feel you,posted one called silent tear,sums up what you feel
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