Glass Prison

Slender beams of moonlight enter
this darkened prison as I kneel,
always lost, always cold,
frozen here,
waiting.

Accusing forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
spearing my secret eyes.

  A Reflection on my face.

I raise my head, now embracing
this oblivious mortality.

The End

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