Denial
Current mood: accomplished
Category: Writing and Poetry
Denial
Slender beams of accusation enter
this darkened prison as I kneel,
always a slave, always in prayer,
frozen here,
waiting.
Tortured forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
rending my naked soul.
Blood on a deathless face.
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