imprisoned
Slender beams of moonlight enter
this darkened prison as I kneel,
always in pain, always alone,
frozen here,
waiting.
Tortured forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
penetrating my darkened soul.
A reflection on my face.
I raise my head, now kneeling before
this uncaring darkness.
this darkened prison as I kneel,
always in pain, always alone,
frozen here,
waiting.
Tortured forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
penetrating my darkened soul.
A reflection on my face.
I raise my head, now kneeling before
this uncaring darkness.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| The unreachable: | Donderdag, februari 26, 2004 23:37 |
| No, don't kneel! darkness is just a passing thing, and in the future, you will regret it, that you ever kneeled for the darkness...Try to see the sunlight T.A.D.! Keep writing ;) | |
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| Auteur: Crow | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 26 februari 2004 | ||
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