UNTITLED

Slender beams of moonlight enter this darkened chamber as I kneel,
always lost,always fearful,
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 shamed soul.

Tears on my face.

I raise my head,now crying out for this oblivious salvation.