Empty

Imprisoned

Slender beams of accusation enter
this darkened prison as I kneel,
always alone, always in pain,
frozen here,
waiting.

Tortured forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
rending my naked skin.

Emptiness on a mirror's face.

I raise my head, now railing against
this uncaring Life.