Losing Faith
by Amber Mar 14, 2007
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Slender beams of light enter this darkened room as i kneel always alone always silent frozen here waiting tortured forms wrought in panes of glass loom as dust dances in the air forming an image in my mind terror on a child`s face I raise my hand now crying out for this impassive fate |
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16 years ago
by Kaz
WOW.. u expres so much just in these few. line. the pain.. not just tht.. the sadness cn actually be felt.. gr8 wrk done..
