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Slender beams of radiance enter
this darkened prison as I kneel,
always silent, 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,
rending my darkened soul.
Realization dawning on my face.
I raise my head, now defying
this uncaring light.