Losing Faith - Poem by Tamara Moir
Slender beams of moonlight enter
this darkened chamber as I kneel,
always fearful, always alone,
Tortured forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
spearing my darkened soul.
Blood on a deathless face.
I raise my head, now crying out for
this uncaring fate.
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