Imprisoned
Slender beams of light enter
this darkened chamber as I kneel,
always a slave, always lost,
frozen here,
waiting.
Angelic forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
penetrating my secret soul.
Tears on an angel's face.
I raise my head, now crying out for
this impassive truth.
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gothic poems
i have started to write some dark poems please read
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