Glass Prison

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

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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