by Chelsie Nolley
Slender beams of moonlight enter
this darkened hall as I kneel,
always silent, always lost,
Tortured forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
penetrating my darkened soul.
Tears on a deathless face.
I raise my head, now embracing
This uncaring darkness
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