Slender beams of moonlight enter
this darkened prison as I kneel,
always lost, always forlorn,
frozen here,
waiting.
Accusing forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
penetrating my exposed soul.
Realization dawning on my face.
I raise my head, now embracing
this callous reality.
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